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We may assume with clarity
That God ain't in the cavity
And this real reality
Removing the polarity
For health of personality
Of any nationality
Without the Humanity
Implied the MENTAL health
And judgement of the gravity
My favorite duality
The middle name is phelan
Is bullschiet of the most
Apparently all langlands
Is wrong even to odd
Topology, apology
Schietloads of wrong technology
Dependence and the bounds
Inadequate economy
Shall serve to WHAT?
That you are bound as a group
And happily restrained
Totality of the control
So you may be maintained
The science purpose shall be not
The tool to help this ways
And Plato's Cave produced this intercept
The harmony of real that you overstepped
For those with the proper edge in mind
To understand that ALLAH redefines your kind
And still you cannot watch how YAHWEH eat the chips
And human perverts motivated thus by help to nature
Shall each obtain the guns
And killing as much human as they may
And this is only THE CORRECT SOLUTION
Now you may decay
Time has overstepped it’s years that should be mine
Cut in half while sleeping away in my lair
The snow dissipates, I wake up to the sign
Time to hunt or wander or live free of care
In the trees I climb and in vines I entwine
A spring of new life, I’m a vagabond bear
To travel, meander, I am free to roam
Until hibernation will send me back home
January 24, 2023
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Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Have I ever told you that,
You have the most beautiful smile?
That it makes me want to be near you,
And just sit and watch for a while?
Have I ever told you that,
You have the most beautiful eyes?
That they’re full of incredible beauty,
When they grow to their near perfect size?
Have I ever told you that,
You have the most beautiful hair?
That the thought of combing a brush through it,
Is wonderful, were you aware?
Have I ever told you that,
You have the most beautiful nose?
That it stands out to make you more pretty?
I’m telling you now, I suppose.
Have I ever told you that,
You have the most beautiful face?
I hope that I’ve not overstepped here,
Or said things not really my place.
Have I ever told you that,
My thoughts have all led me to this?
I’ll finally get to the point,
Please will you give me a kiss?
12 November 2020
pretence
where lies are common to be polite and opinions
are only accepted if it is the realm of what is
viewed as the norm and must not be overstepped.
I believe in the free expression but am sceptical of the free will as it will only bring chaos such as abortion as on the whim of the day. You can say I`m an authoritarian ascertain order has to follow the law of nature, which many consider as an infringement of rights.
What Right!
Europe has a shrinking population thanks
to the idea that the morality of the unwritten law
that can be overlooked without any consequence
of the future generation.
Abortion is capitalist thinking eat your cake today
and never mind what happens when we have gone.
You sat and looked at me as if,
I had lost my mind.
You told me I was crazy,
That I was unrefined.
The kind of life I offered
That you could not accept.
I think there’s just a few lines
That I may have overstepped.
You said I had a screw loose
That I was fruity as a bat.
You called me crazy as a loon
Delirious and erratic.
Deranged, demented, dingy daft.
Bonkers, crazed and cracked
Unbalanced, unglued, unhinged unzipped
Kooky, mad and whacked.
You said I was a lunatic
Psycho and berserk
Out of my freakin mind
A screwy, batty, jerk
You called me a screwball
A flaky no good fink
And I said babe tell me
What you really think.
Sorry I did you wrong again,
Sorry I overstepped my line again,
Sorry I was even born, would you even mourn?
Sorry, for what I did wrong, for not being the perfect child,
I was only a child, no clothes of love were ever worn.
Sorry I was so messed up, sorry I ever tried to clean it up,
For the only refuge I sought out, was under my covers, where it was dark,
I covered my ears to shut out the pain, the screaming, hitting, all around,
I guess I wasn't meant to be, I feel like I've Been stabbed in the heart.
I'm sorry I was so loud, my mouth was not taught to be quiet,
My voice was trying to reach out, my arms were glued to my side,
My body ached to be held, touched with love, but instead I got pain inflicted on me from outside.
I'm sorry everyone, for I am still healing,
I won't bother anyone anymore, for I am still in mourning,
My eyes are slowly looking up, my arms are free from being held down,
Please raise me up to my feet, pictures k me up into your loving arms,
Don't let go, I am new to this feeling of unconditional love..I know you will not do me anymore harm...
If my memory serves me well
you were once a friend of mine
need I remind you, pray do tell
a friend who overstepped the line
friend became lover became husband so fine
I'm longing now to feel your arms
Sailing amid memories divine
Right when I thought, I was over your charms
behind my eyes, beneath my skin, you twine
Like an almost forgotten memory
a song, your words combine
bridge across time, consoling me
over and over, our dreams align
troubled tho our paths maybe
water flows through sands of time, for me
I feel your love
Will you always feel mine?
ease the parting, herein-above
your gift, our love, define
mind and soul are thine.
27 February 2014
Through thick and thin those rules of a vow bent
It pricks within a bond never heaven sent
Numerous signs shown to eyes so love blind
A devious design should have been left behind
Boundaries we both set grossly overstepped
Promises meant to be kept now mostly regrets
Prayed for a family but deviated from folded hands
Heart slayed a tragedy then meditated to understand
Grass looked greener hopped the fence it was scorched
Needed a disclaimer the whole front yard torched
Searchin for a solution that holds no retribution
Never found absolution so separations the conclusion
To break out of bondage make sense out of nonsense
For a sexual offence have to find mental defense
Cant keep giving chances when options are squandered
Life would be advanceless if this i just pondered.
Sha'ntez Jefferson
10/16/12
when friends are gone theres nothing left,
of human contact, perhaps bereft,
poor fella me, i overstepped,
no friend 4 consolation,
the lonesome situation,
try Jonesy with a txt,
is he a mental aberration?
Thank you Leonora Galinta,
"Friends once more"
Don
Such an overwhelming,heartwrenching disease
from a baby,a parents pain,sheilded yet knotted inside
non facial expressions,no tears,no laughter
how do you detect the mood of your infant.
Discovered from a cist on the brain
a young mum, to finalize her vital exams
grandma`s love, family and friends too
help make this possible.
A non existant forward, it may seem
weeks of contiuous tests,hearts full of hope
proven that it can be overstepped
grown teenager speaks of his ordeal
Today is the day,that consultant is seen,apprehensive,nrevous
tears of joy,negative test, a normal life,others not so lucky
Paul Beadnall for Brian Strand`s ( free verse contest) 19/7/2011
Once again I have died for love
This corpse of a child has wept
Now all life has the depth of blood
And every boundary is overstepped
A dead end into the night
As shadows envelop my skin
And all subservient dreams of light
Are inverted and burned within
We surround ourselves with the past
Us sleepers of dark descent
As we smile we secretly cast
Lasting spells that echo the end
I can barely contain the night
As this silence defines my sins
Beyond the blood I feel every light
Yet my demon still pulls the strings
We are but the poisoned death
Revived with the strangest gifts
An art that can steal your breath
And the courage to not exist
Yet I am still alive in this
Searching for truth to see
How I can be lost in her kiss
When my chaos does not agree
As I chant my sisters' creed,
And forge my talisman,
I remember violent lullabies
That I still can't understand.
I say if these wilds could be controlled,
With wants to habilitate,
Than why on Earth would fractured souls
Still thrive to fornicate?
So here I am,
My guise be true,
Thy young sorceress,
Controlled by wilds of casting spells,
And sensual naughtiness!
I bled for them,
I chased the sun,
Now I've tied my tourniquet.
Everything that once was blue,
Is now raging violet!
The Garden's dark,
The moon is full,
I dance while I undress;
In this place, this dance, this time,
I am Nature's poetess,
As if somehow,
Back long ago,
With boundaries overstepped,
I led a life,
Oh hearts do Scream!
I lived a life unwept!