they surround us, those who seek to oppress
we judge no one but do not trauma bond
as bliss magnetism deepens its ingress
we watch the magic as God waves His wand
it is not us but God Who does respond
life as impulsed continues to roll on
as for us, we are breath by breath reborn
Forevermore... I am grateful as triumph reigns over distress
since my heart has overcome bouts of depression-duress
conquering frustration angsts that oppress
midst prevailing hope, serving as steadfast fortress.
With support system anchoring me with cheer
blissful quietude has defied attacking fear
driving my commitment with hope-filled gear
forevermore... toward bouncing up and moving on, indeed very clear.
Though skeptical to vanquish lurking gloom
forevermore... my faith has chosen victory over mockery of doom
not willing to face early death along inviting tomb
believing that hope offers peace ever since I was in my Mom's womb.
Now that I am in the ministry of reaching-out
my spirit thanks the Divine Source of hope, without any doubt
forevermore... allowing thanksgiving to prevail for miracles against unbelief-clout
joyfully keeping on, encouraging others with "We can do it!" shout.
*Psalm 89:52 Blessed be the LORD for evermore. Amen, and Amen.
June 21, 2026
3rd place, "2026-06-14 Forevermore" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 6/22/2026
Grateful am I as triumph reigns over distress
since my heart has overcome bouts of depression-duress
conquering frustration angsts that oppress
midst prevailing hope, serving as steadfast fortress!
With support system anchoring me with cheer
blissful serenity has defied attacking fear
driving my commitment with kindness-filled gear
toward bouncing up and moving on, indeed very clear!
Though skeptical to vanquish lurking gloom
my faith has chosen victory over mockery of doom
not willing to face early death along inviting tomb
believing that eternity offers peace ever since I was in my Mom's womb!
Now that I am in the ministry of reaching-out
my spirit thanks the Divine Source of life, without any doubt
as thanksgiving prevails for miracles against unbelief-clout
joyfully keeping on, encouraging others with "We can do it" shout!
I have never wrote a sonnet in my life
fourteen lines of iambic confusion
I’m not as poetically gifted
as Shakespeare or Petrarch
because pentameters and quatrains
are perfectly not my style
and too flat out antiquated for my liking
It’s rhyme schemes
always oppress me
line after line
stanza after stanza
as if I’m never allowed
to journey beyond
the black lines
while shading a picture
inside of a child’s coloring book
with a box of Crayola crayons
"No change, no pause, no hope! Yet I endure,"
Yet 'tis thou, Prometheus who providest our hope
And makest pause the miserable rain
That heaven weeps,
Knowing our oppressors
Use God's name in vain,
Feeding the fearfulness of man
A pride and vile medicine—
Making writhe and twist,
His very nature
Till he stands
Housed in darkness,
Shadows of his
Former self.
Forgetful, the light
That can never be
Extinguished
Within him.
He would follow
A path set before him,
Rather than his own
Guiding star.
Lost.
Your wishes- good life
For grace to flee... every strife
Makes money so rife.
From heaven's real joy:
What earth duly plays a toy...
Can't stop your way, boy.
Your days full of stress,
Blessings host to fortune's mess;
Earth's depth can't oppress.
Your gladdened heart blends...
Beyond the doubt of fake friends,
Mere silence suspends.
Rejoice, earthly lad...
For what vanity makes glad;
Death shades cum life's tad.
The snowy eve’s bearded rain fell
Voluminous e’er the winds swell
From thine tresses shook each clinging flake
As we walk beside the icy lake
Mittens betwixt borrowing hands
Rosen cheeks baring golden strands
A gentle sweep and light caress
Though our free hearts we both oppress
The hallowed moon bids me confess
My love for you.
Tongues are magical, when it calm down stress:
Magical tongues wrap body's tempered soul,
To soothe what loneliness' fright might oppress
And massage beast single's life can't make whole.
Tongues do twist to tour around daringly,
With eagerness; there is something to loose...
Peaceful touching flare, caress caringly
Conscious guest, gut can easily seduce
At standby quietly waiting to turn on,
The still feelings that never walk away
Unto restored spirit of gleeful fun...
Except if death calls, it never decay.
Magical tongues always lift and dust off
Dying will of restless bids, when flesh cough...
The modern world has practically eliminated chickenpox
But now has an epidemic of the chicken sh*t.
From top to bottom we see it infecting society.
If you’re in a position of authority, and
Use that position to target and oppress others
And undermine the Rule of Law through lawfare,
You are chicken sh*t.
If you are in a position of power, and
Use that position to enable other’s corruption
You are chicken sh*t.
From parents, to school boards, DAs, and the FBI
Corruption is now tolerated and pursued,
In the name of some vague social justice,
But really only because those doing it are chicken sh*t.
Have you ever actually seen chicken sh*t?
It is repulsive, slimy, wet and foul,
But it is good for one thing
Fertilizing your garden.
(9/21/25)
Our pleasure is political
Our presence anarchy
Our smile a rebellion
Our hair A revolution
Our blood our fire
Our blackness A force to be reckoned with
Our joy to them is a declaration of war
Our resilience an act of political warfare
Our resilience a threat to the system of oppression they built
They don't like when we take back control
Then turn it into freedom
Their existence is threatened
By how we embrace our blackness
They can't handle when we love
Being black
Because its something they can't
Have
Be
Or steal
No matter how hard they try
Their envy betrays them
Every time they oppress us
Kill us
Target us
When they discriminate us
They know the only way they can feel superior
Is by trying to make us feel inferior
That's Our power
Joy and laughter
The Real Monsters
We are afraid of fire breathing dragons and scaly lizards.
Things that go bump in the night. Shadow creatures
who live under our beds and in our closets. Yeti
and Big Foot. Pale ghosts and poltergeists.
Chupacabra’s and vampires. Blood red
demons with pitchforks and horns.
Imaginary monsters that
can do us no real harm.
Why do we fear
them.
What we should be afraid of are people who chose evil.
MS13 and coyotes that traffic in human misery.
Corporate media giants that censor speech. Corrupt
politicians who sell us out to foreign countries.
School boards that label parents terrorists.
Dictators that oppress. Political correctness.
Murders, abusers, gossips, embezzelers.
Wars, hatred and genocide.
We should fear these. For
they are the
real
monsters.
Shattering the Unbroken Cycle
Bully's shadow looms, a pervasive stain
across all sectors, absurd, yet sustained
Governments and schools deny workers' rights
incentives, facilities, and dignity's light
Seniors torment juniors with blows and pain
emotional scars, hunger, and shame's stain
Educators wound with words, with physical might
abuse and fear, a toxic, endless night
Domestic walls conceal violence and despair
husbands, wives, and shattered vows laid bare
Governments neglect, oppress, and deny
basic rights, humanity, and a chance to thrive
Even sacred spaces hide oppression's face
wealth and power, a sharp, humiliating knife's pace
Do we bully for fleeting power's sake?
Is happiness not our purpose, our heart's ache?
Can't we choose kindness, unity, and love?
Break bully's chains, send humanity from above
You are Yehovah God the Eternal.
What You were You will continue to be;
That which you are now you will always be.
Therefore, I am not afraid.
Let the high mountains fall down.
Let the deepest seas dry up.
Let fire consume all the earth.
Let the flood wash all away.
Let my enemies oppress.
I will not tremble and fear.
Yehovah you are my refuge and strength.
The Powerful & The Powerless
A tiny girl looks up
and stares at the sky
She hears loud noise and sirens
But she doesn’t understand why.
She is still so very tiny
That she can barely talk.
She still drinks from a bottle
And has just learned to walk.
Her brothers and sisters are small too
Coming from a loving family
But that family has no hope
Of defeating the enemy.
Men so big and powerful
Who have military might
With guns and drones and bombs
That they cowardly use at night.
Evil ones give money
For tanks to run people down.
All the powerless have to defend themselves
Is a stone they pick from the ground.
Then the powerful seize the stone thrower
And imprison that small one.
They humiliate the helpless one
Cause for them, that is fun.
Some pretend to be victims
Using lies about their past
As an excuse to oppress others
Who aren’t in their power class.
But those who’ve truly been oppressed
Instinctively give a hand
Because having their face kicked to the ground
Is something they understand.
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