Muzzle the people while making billions
unleash a maelstrom of communist virus
into the veins of the harlot media tyrants
into the hat of power magician- politicians
spread fear-mask -divide the people
inoculate a frightened population
with experimental vaccinations
endless mutations-booster brigades
rinse and repeat-new age slaves
frighten-mask-silence-divide-globalize
turn abnormal into normal.
Stalinize the children
brand parents as terrorists...
groom their children not to think
to blindly follow Godless sheep...
where abnormal is normal
godisdevildevilisgod
menarewomenwomenaremen
While in our mental lethargy...
a man tinkling the word "woke"
in the stall next to the little white girl
who's being taught that she is inherently racist.
This is just the beginning, folks:
wake up mamma bear
lock and load pappa bear...
fight for the soul of your children
there's a snake poking holes in the nest
of New Eden
stealing eggs at your expense
fight for the soul of your children
slap the snake with the rake of God..
separate the wheat from the chaff
sprinkle today with the blood of snakes
Amen!
People will destroy you,
Doesn't mean I am hurted now.
It's just that I allowed people to hurt me,
They are just used to open a lock with key.
(Lock- My heart; Key- Sharp weapon)
No matter how hard you try to look forward,
They will show you there is nothing onward.
No matter how hard you try to make them happy,
They will show you, you are nothing more than a creepy.
I changed myself for matching surrounding,
But was unknown that I'm moving towards a painful ending.
I charged myself purely with positivity,
But I was unknown that I'm allowing more negativity.
It has taken time for me to understand,
No matter how hard I try, if someone won't believe I can't withstand.
Just a dream, to make myself the strongest me,
With powerful eagle wings to fly free.
So that people won't be able to catch,
And I will be able to escape from the world of perfect match.
This father hen spent half a lifetime
tending to eggs.
as they say
it's a man's duty to stay
within the blaze of a mundane rain...
day after day
protect hatchlings from fangs
and the darkness{es}
that will surely arrive
on the eves of tomorrow's eyes...
Half a lifetime
panning for gold
but tasting pyrite
half a lifetime with half a soulmate
while the real deal slides by and by
out of sight
down the grate
out of life
out of time...
for Christ's sake
for the sake of eggs.
Just the other day
grandson told me he loved me
I said I love you too...
Then I asked his four-year-old heart
what love was.
He replied, "you PAPPA".
How do you walk away from that? I ask
so I stay anchored to hatchling and eggs
As Grandma used to say
"you've made your bed now sleep in it"...
God, how I miss her Atlantic cold honesty.
Yesterday, grandson held my face
and turned it up and to the side
and with a confused look said
"Pappa you have a spider in your nose!"
At the age 7, looked at school for the first time
With immense joy, curiosity asked my pappa
I would like to join the pledge as they were
Then the reply I got was a lucid silence
I urged him I want to go there right now
Then the response was, we can't afford
With struggle as government student in the past
Currently, serving the nation as a civil servant
"Poverty is the worst form of violence,"
Quoted by the father of the nation
Should I get the blame for violence I didn't commit
Does God prefer us to be Rich or Poor?
I believe that God who divide the people, like
The one who is Rich, the other who is poor,
But both poor and rich, Unified by education
So All we need is Education That Matters.
#3 #lovendsken #poetry
she don't love you and she don't
need you
keep my name out your mouth
stop calling my residence
your baby momma is
my spouse
ya'll aint gettin back
together
the way you ask her over
you think that's clever
ya'll aint compromising
I see the look in ya'll eye's and
talking bout getting
clothes and shoes
give me the money
let me go do-it
I know bout what yo momma said
tell stuff her $$$$@$$ and
comb her hair
keep my name out your mouth
I tell ya'll what's
that's about
smiling at each other at the barbeque
singing song's
that aint cool
ya'll getting back together
stop actin cheap
and thinking you clever
that's my wife
my kids
my house
tell that chump
he better recognize
meeting up
wear ah disguise
betcha he was
dressed up like a b$tch
watching strippers
on a gay tip
ya'll aint back together
divorce say done
and ya'll through forever
that's my wife
my family
my kids
ya'll on same
strange
foolish sh$t
Because of you I exist
Because of you I am missed
Because of you I am blessed
Because of you I can eat, breath & rest
Because of you I am able to feel, thus knowing your love for me is very real
Because of you I know the truth, still so early in my youth
Because of you I have a friend, now until the very end
Because of you I can say, don’t worry we’ll get there someday
Thanks for always being there, thanks my loving pappa bear
I want to hear the school bell ring,
But I’m not allowed
I want to hear the laughs of the pupils,
But I’m not allowed,
I want to learn about the British and how they conquered half the world,
I want to learn about the earth and how it came to life,
But I’m not allowed,
In the future I want to become a doctor maybe a lawyer or a designer,
Travel across the globe, to Paris, London, New York
All I ask for is to be able to pick up a book,
Read through it,
Learn new words,
Experience new places
But they say I can’t,
Mamma, Pappa, brother,
They say is because I’m a girl
Girls don’t go to school
They stay home,
Wash the dishes, cook, clean
Mama says ‘stop dreaming my child
If you go to school who’s going to fetch the water’
My dreams are just false hope
I can’t go to school
Because I’m not allowed.
Mama got tired of his hats;
He strowed them all over the house,
Her temper was short, this woman,
Never as quiet as a mouse.
If it's been done before, I can do it,
So she went to the lumber store,
Bought a big flat board, brought it home,
With ten penny nails for her chore.
You never heard such a banging hammer,
The board went up with its nails,
And Pappa's hat rack was finished,
A coat of wall paint did prevail.
Now, the hats are a nice decoration,
If Pappa would just hang up them felts, but
Mama's got another thing to yell about,
"Hang up your blankety hats - or else!"
We work-to-rule, we're molls,
We are not unfeeling dolls,
Molls don't make extra cuppas for you,
We write our own rules to suit,
It's up to you not to be rude,
I say, "Pappa don't preach!" to you,
Molls write lots of rules,
They've got their own cooking school,
We cook when we want to,
The world is not run to for you,
Yes, molls now have work-to-rules.
Geskeide Kleuter
Pappa, my pappa – Het jy my mamma lief?
Hoekom bly jy hierso nou?
Vertel my asseblief?
Hoekom het my mamma nou
‘n ander man gekry? Is hy iets van my?
Sal hy haar nou vashou?
Ek wil nie meer by mamma bly –
dis lekker hier by jou
Het jy iemand anders? Dalk ‘n ander vrou?
Watter huis is dan my plek?
Waar pas ek die prentjie in?
Is ek jou kind, is ek? Is ek?
Ek wil jou hê -
Hoe gaan ons mamma sê?
Such soft and tender hands
see your parents
smile at you at first glance
We were here
with your first words
we were here
when you first start to crawl
we caught you
when you had your first fall
and then you learned to walk
We are here for you
since you learned to ride bicycle
don’t worry when you fall
just dust yourself off
and try again
Baby steps
is all you need to take
in achieving things in life
one step at a time babba
you can hurry to your pappa
I am here for you
Oh Mamma I miss you so much
This is all I have left, your treasured violin and my memories
I hug the violin and recall the gentle music you played
Remembering the stories you told of how I would lie in my cradle
You would lull me to sleep with Brahms lullaby
When I hear it now my brown eyes fill with tears
Oh Mamma I miss you so much
Pappa allows me to hold your precious violin
When I do, I feel so so close to you
I can still smell your scent on the chin rest
You had a little blue velvet cushion
I stoke its silky softness and smile
Oh Mamma I miss you so much
Pappa says that you are making sweet music in heaven
The angels must be so so happy
Grand Pappa is getting me my own violin
I will practice every day like you used to
I’m going to make you proud mamma
Oh Mamma I miss you so much…
12~23~14
Contest: Let the music play on – Mystic Rose
~awarded 2nd place~
Mamma Snuggle Bear
Makes Pappa Snuggle Happy
Sharing her honey
This day - a marvelous devotion to my Dad,
who is emissary to the bonds of familial love.
Man who bestowed life upon me, you stand above
any man God created, hero role- you always had.
Gallant and fair, even when you were mad.
When life got too hard you gave me a shove-
Now I am a fortuitous woman, ti's you- because of.
Immortally your daughter, for this I am glad.
Protector, mentor - a few ways to define you
What really counts, though, is from the heart,
Copiously you bestow this gift so true-
The whole of your being, faithful you impart
Family matters, and no other- is your world view
Beings intertwined together... Never shall we part.
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