If God was human, would He murder, steal
like us? Or would He lie, harm, and deprave,
drug-dealing deadly, fentanyl pain pills
for middle-class America's drug rave?
Do nations like ours merit more than death?
(Are Jews entitled to kill Gaza's children
with U.S. help!?). So, ganders take last breaths,
if goslings perish amidst the few millions.
But Palestine and Jews shall both survive
unlike this Land of Bigotry, Greed, Fraud,
and Hate (of ours): for genocide deprives,
and slavery's transgression opposes God.
America's Satan's flock of false sheep,
in whose guise wolves will judgment one day reap!
Is Harris is .a supporter of fracking ?
If she does Harris needs a good whacking.
She opposes the death penalty too
For the worst dregs of mankind what say you ?
And Harris states Bidenomics is a .success
De ipso facto Bidenomics is a mess.
And she supports the Cannabis Justice Act
A silver lined cloud for this Act that’s the fact.
On the other hand Harris supports Isreal
Treason ,a knife,bloodied .She can go to Hell.
If Harris’s plan is like Bidenomics too
America once again just got screwed.
A Harris economy that is great ?
America prospers and feels first rate.
And she will spend 5 billion on the homeless .
Tartuffe is a wet noodle. This plans a mess..
And Harris abandons homeless pets,not nice
A heart like ice; it is time to pay the price
California is where this dark deed was cast
Upon hearing this news i was aghast
And finally she supports the Green New Deal
And Green infrastructures a superb ideal
self-interview
Was communism good for Europe
did it give workers dignity and spawn socialism?
Yes, but in the end, it became a terror regime
is socialism good for Europe? Yes, it changed the way we think it could have been a darker place,
but is always against the freedom of expression
Capitalism offers unlimited freedom but also lower
pay, long working hours, a lower standard
of living and drugs in hopeless streets, mass unemployment import of workers from foreign countries riots and starvation leads to a new revolution
Is globalization good for the people
no, it produces leaders like Macron and will only benefit the rich
what can be done?
whatever type of "ism" we choose, we must protect
our borders and make war a criminal offense
Religion is another tyranny that opposes free thoughts
which is the only prerogative that separates
humans from the beast
Laughter at its fair best
brings reddened eyes, shining tears, and snotty noses
beats the rest
Chuckle or snort
among the riot of roses
report
so laugh
none opposes
gaffe!
Laughter at its fair best
among the riot of roses
gaffe!
I am African, I affirm that i am Original African
untainted, unblenched, unsoiled.
I am African,
with all the dignity of the first human.
unashamed, unbowed, undaunted. I am African.
unique, culturally so.
I am from the people whose origin birthed all others,
the first creatures of Earth.
I am African,
Boldly I declare,
with this strength and sinews affirming,
though they obscure my origin with fabrication,
and contorted the fact with lies,
Yet, my spirit aligning with the truth undeniable, I am African.
Though the glare of calumny opposes,
and unvoiced spite rent my melanin,
I stand unfettered declaring, I am African.
unrestricted traversing the globe,
from this climes to India,
I carry beauty across continents
sowing seeds everywhere.
I bore the heat unblenched.
I retain the goodness of Gold.
This sun does not affright.
it leaves no particles with the scourge.
When you see me touring the Land with strength,
Remember,
I am African.
In early morn, no dewdrops adorn
Lacy fern-leaf fennel
We're in a drought, and raindrops I mourn
As miraculously is born
A Fuchsia zinnia one sweet morn
Through a crack, so gentle
How can it survive and seem to thrive?
With limited water
No dew adorns, sun arrives
Temperatures way past ninety-five
It seems Satan has a plan contrived
To make earth dry, hotter
We'd prefer dewdrops 'pon roses
Cool gardens with basil
Those fragrances that tickle noses
Fills the eyes, which none opposes
Butterflies 'pon lily poses
Dewdrops reflect, dazzle!
Contest: Dewdrops Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Angel L. Villanueva
Written: June 21, 2022
Liquid hope, trickling down roses
Lights glisten and glimmer
With delight, the heart composes
Dabbing tears the soul opposes
Fears tumbling, left in the shimmer
Doubts gone, ever dimmer
Silent grace, blushing hues of praise
Whispering kind prayers
Alive with love, vibrant always
Wonders and talents to amaze
Peace so soothing nothing compares
Glad for a soul who cares
Blessed faith, raining down across lives
Singing feelings so wise
Painting smiles in light that survives
Breathing kindness where joy arrives
Watching close as the dewdrop cries
So, true love never dies
Dewdrops Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Angel L Villanueva
Used How Many Syllables and Rhymezone
June 17, 2022
Rhymes of limes and coppers dew,
Chimes the lines on paper that blew.
Fleeing a sprite of the thriving night,
Eats upon the core, dimming the light.
She glides slowly to the plummeting falls,
Leaving behind her regrets she never calls.
At the edge of life and the nightly cast,
A beauty leaned to the far end of her last.
Wind bracing every fault of the hero she saw,
Looking above to her gait of lustful sights in awe.
She reaches out but fails to grasp her destiny,
Slowly towering her fate, she’d show this vanity.
This beautiful fae you’ve only known for one phase,
Asks you to join in this astoundingly graceful gaze.
“Wanna fly?”
Her last hair that stands on the edge starts to slip.
She is instantly dropped down in a loss of grip.
This lovely being of eternal sights, horns a vanish,
As the night is no longer dim of this starved ravish.
An awakening day has found her sprite of beauty,
Living up to a destiny that solstice opposes gloomy.
Blowing lines on paper doth chime,
A dew of copper limes that rhyme.
Besieged by the patriotic zeal
With lots of hope and freewill,
We set forth for the battlefield
With guns, grenades and body shield.
With the messages of love and harmony,
To spread freedom and democracy
We’ll bring down hard to his knees
Whoever opposes our war for peace.
We believe our mission is right
As such to the last breath we’ll fight,
If we but lose a limb or an eye
Trained to die, we’ll ask not why?
It’s but our way or the highway
And nobody better otherwise say,
There’s no way we’ll cut and run
Proud to be alive or dead American.
~Contest: War Poetry
~Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Life opposes Nature's definitive law.
Believe that things will blare gnaw.
With the aim to construct utmost instability.
By utilizing the minor force, will not allow.
Amid odds, life sets the request in society.
And should accumulate and extend vitality.
To lodge up with its outline and presence.
Even in the face of entropy and atrophy.
Species should attain themselves to reproduce.
And endeavor to evolve beyond valuable trace.
Yield their qualities to a superior future.
At the point when the link chain can't replace.
The body rots into tidy and alter.
Unlimited species that lingers air.
A rebellious restricting history's norm.
a synergy of life is unto itself, a wonder
Battle for its uniqueness' structure form.
Assist with easing back the deformity's swarm.
Inflexible request permits life to develop.
A world of the beatific we could perform.
Written: October 10, 2021
It would be so wonderful
to break into the impenetrable heart of Irene
who opposes my advance and feels serene;
what is the reason for her resistance?
Am I not what she expects in essence,
or even a liar so deceitful?
No woman's hand I have touched
and smeared it with any impurity,
I have always loved passionately;
given all and proud of what I did!
To break into the impenetrable heart of Irene
is harder than convincing a drunken fool to believe in dreams;
I didn't ask for loneliness and stare at a clock that gleams...
I should have listened to the advice of Josephine!
Why is there a reminder of Ruth,
of that affair that ended in August;
is it anger or distrust...
if I have clearly led out
my intentions and plans
on the platter of simple truth?
ah, my many attempts
have not been worth it!
To break into the impenetrable heart of Irene,
one must be rich and willing to buy her precious diamonds;
sadly, she has traded money for faithfulness;
I often wonder if she misses my touch in a sensual scene!
Bee kisses Rose;
Worm opposes;
He knows Bee’s drunk.
*A 2nd Place* in the following contest (judged on Dec. 4, 2020)
Nov. 27, 2020
Than-Bauk Me Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: Charles Messina
To be or not to be, that is the question, offers a proposition, whereto, the answer is oversimplified because one chooses to make the effort to be, opposes one who will make no effort whatsoever not to be, therefore, the outcome does justify the means based on reason, even a bum, must be able to survive, they need to apply themselves accordingly, basically, be the best bum that they can be to make it to another day because survival requires effort. "Or" is superfluous, in this case, as well as, "not to be".
2020 January 29
“To be or not to be: that is the question” By William Shakespeare
Even if you feel tired, even if the triumph leaves you, even if the pain hurts you, even if he does not love you Even if a betrayal hurts you, even if a relationship goes out, Even though the pain burns your eyes, even if they ignore your efforts,
Although hope dies, even if you never get to love me even if you are unattainable for me I love you even if you are only that memory that pity my being even if the world opposes I will continue to love you how to explain to my heart that you will not return even though this love is one cursing me because I am in hell and burning myself for this love that was buried in my soul bones but in spite of everything I would fall in love with you again ...
Table approved, opposes lounge counter.
They are renown for their Seafood Chowder.
Richly creamed, dark and light meats encountered.
Anticipate fish swam and not floundered.
Skilled stir unleashed alluring aroma,
ambition perceives an observed coma.
Goal craves a sterile setting, yet, a pest
amidst its flight, a snarled unwelcomed guest.
A fly urged, near the soup, now, it is out,
for a fly does not enter a closed mouth.
Date: 08/14/2019
Romani Proverb Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
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