If rain were a creature of shapeless form
The taxman would tax some of the jets
That he would regard as beyond the norm
But the tax receipt the rain doesn’t get
It’s a conflict of law and water tycoon
Who irresponsibly floods the land
This affects the climate on Earth and soon
There’ll be more sea and less of sand
By hearing this issues, the rain goes “ What?”
“Who do they think they are, judging me?
I’m closing my tabs, so you fools will get hot
Till you kneel and pray for my new jets to see.“
What actually is a insecurity?"
Something that general public regard as an impurity.
Such as having too much body hair,
Or having a complexion that isn't fair,
Or having a big nose,
Or wearing some non-trendy clothes.
But all this isn't limited to physical appearance,
It is also about belonging to a community treated with indifference.
It is about not being social enough
Not being good in academic stuff,
Society demands us to be picture-perfect,
Completely obedient and always correct.
And we corny humans just want to belong somewhere,
We require some love and some care,
So we give everything we are,
Just to learn are wishes aren't rare and nothing bizarre.
Well, insecurities might not be cool,
And those stares can be really cruel,
But lets not try so hard,
What is really beautiful is also odd
The only disgusting thing in this world are the standard who call us unwanted and ugly,
Cause we are the one who decide, and every part of us is beautiful and lovely
The dermatologist
He was a big expansive man who had a Homeric laughter
when not shouting at nurses who loved him.
He performed surgery on me and warned the problem
would reappear in a few years; it did.
At sixty-five, he was about to retire and travel the world
before he got too old.
He was a man in whose company people felt good
a man with a good appetite for life, a lover of women
and the best of wine.
When I sat in the waiting room at the diabetes
doctor, he came out looking pale
and thunderstruck, he didn’t see anything, only
saw a black wall of despair.
The next thing I knew, he had taken his own life,
which he loved so much; his colleagues were sad
no one had seen this coming.
His dreams of a sunny future were broken like
a street lamp, in the dim autumn light.
We know so little about other people that some
regard as a setback, others see it as a catastrophe
My cardiologist had tears in her eyes,
why, why she murmured, he was so full of life.
A kiss is overrated and may bring about much pain
For once you have a nice one you’ll hunger more again
Hence please refrain from kissing me so I shall never be beat
From missing any kisses, I regard as sweet.
white supremacists
are not necessarily bad people
they are frightened of losing the privileged they thought they had
it was an illusion anyway.
They fear drowning in the sea of the unknown
the people, mostly working-class you see marching in the street
are not the dangerous ones; they can be curtailed.
What we have to look out for are the wealthy people they tend
to be right-wing without saying so.
They have the power to alter democracy to their liking,
that is keeping the masses at bay and do away with workers unions
and other association they regard as an infringement
to their goal of total dominance.
The idiots we see waving Nazi will bend to the will of their leaders,
and some of them can be used as a private army keeping the peace.
For the rest, they can regret their foolishness.
J-ust give the sacred sacrifice,
U-sing the fruit of labor;
L-et the Lord God be pleased,
I-n obeying Him with vigor.
E-arly fifteenth of July, worship God in earnest;
T-o show respect and regard, as you praise Him with all your best.
N-ever abandon the temple,
A-s you open your eyes;
L-et your heart, soul, and spirit
O-ffer the sacred
S-acrifice.
Asili Ya Kibinadamu---Human Nature
General
feelings and traits,
HUMAN
Feelings and traits
Regard as shared all humans
beings
Human kinds
NATURE
2 eyes nose
and a mouth
Spirit, soul and mind
Behavioral traits IN
Kind
Encase in body
For Human Nature Poetry Contest
Sponsored by:Edward Ibeh
08/30/18 ©2018
Yalto poetry
Ethnicity
When I came to England
I couldn`t get a job opened a café instead
in a district called Wavertree, Liverpool
Someone said Jews live there I didn`t see any
the people I befriended told me they were Jewish
that made no difference to me.
I never cared what ethnicity people, have never had.
But I`m highly critical of Israel which I regard as
racist country an apartheid state
that treat the Palestinians
the way the Nazi did to the Jews
and other minorities.
It is therefore offensive
to call the Jews an evil race
as they are victims
of the Zionists just like us.
I met her in the coffee shop
She hid me from a violent cop
She didn't care if I'd been hooking
She gave that cop a sober look and
Said, "She ran out that back door"
While underneath the check-out stand
I curbed a giggle, touched her hand
And saw that copper nevermore.
For thirteen days and nights we played
We laughed and sighed, no promise made
Not one moment were we apart
I loved her dearly from the start
Now I sit alone with mocha
And a side of almond roca
Our final meal: rice with veggie taco
Then she left forever for Morocco.
This poem I regard as a failure. It's odd it took me several months of periodic tinkering looking for the perfect words and scans that would rescue it from clunkiness. I think the last line is perfect for this poem, but leading up to it are so many little bad choices for which I could not find better. But I'm giving up, and sharing it as-is, as after all that work on it I hate to just throw it away.
—vanity of vanity, vanity of vanities all is vanity—
Solomon
the mortal leads a life in limited idleness
though, in the antinomy of a noble contradiction,
yet, said, for life’s sake, can be devoted to his own life
as a drop in the ocean, and trying to pay off the debt
which the ancestry tried to pay off throughout hundreds of
thousands of years, yet, not paid off, writhing, with the admirable state
though, there is a cry and breath in the thickened veiled falseness,
yet, he could not deny the falseness to regard as falseness,
he has no courage to hang the affirmation to suffocate,
and for the weakened mortal’s sake, the wind
passes through and carries away a body heat
from the exhausted soul, that preciously holds a dream
that will never become true as is it were cracked harden air
—hold a shovel, dig a hole!
It’s your burial ground—
nevertheless, to the end, no way to clear the debt,
the body is crumbling for the lost breath’s sake, and the cry
that of man closes its eyes in the vanity with the vanities of vanity
I hear people saying things
I hear them calling one another names
Names full of hatred and bigotry
Who am I outside my skin?
Day after another their hands are itching to devour.
They seek to devour those different from their skins.
I can live with my skin yet they don’t realize.
Who are we outside our skins?
History has a story to tell
Humans fought over dominance yet they accomplished nothing.
Which skin is the best, black or white?
Who are we outside our skins?
Humanity has left humans
Humanity they regard as weakness
Humility left without a trace on human species
How did prejudice overthrow humanity?
My skin is not me, but a trace back to my forefathers
My skin does not mean that I am well-off
My skin does not mean that I am underprivileged
Outside my skin I’m a living soul.
Come that I may cleanse you
of the vileness in your heart
before the day of My return.
For only the pure in heart
shall enter My Fathers house.
Remember what I have taught;
The fruit of the spirit is love, joy, peace,
longsuffering, gentleness, goodness,
faith, meekness and temperance.
Should you then be treating
others as you do,
if you claim to have these?
Does not My Word say how masters
are to treat those that serve them?
And do you not have
A Heavenly Master over you?
Is this how you want your
Master to treat you?
With little regard as you
have treated those who work for you?
Be an example of My love
and be My hands stretched
forth to do good to others.
Forgiving and guiding them
Be the child of God you
were called to be.
Be the Leader that is a
good and forthright leader
A just and equal master,
knowing that you also
have a Master in heaven
who watches over you.
My love pours out to all
who are willing to receive it.
For all have sinned and fall
short of the glory of God
Be the vessel used
to share this love of Mine.
Sometimes it is hard to say and hard to decide.
When a person believes in him and had his pride.
Sometimes is easy to say and easy to decide,
When he cooperates and proves a greatness of mind.
Everyone is sensible and polite; they all have a mind,
Few of them know that how to use it for a heart kind.
Everyone has personnel beliefs and respect,
They develop honour and regard as they act.
What is yours and what is mine, we have a fight?
How can we remove crime with an educational light?
You are working to satiate yourself as I also work,
Your eating is as my appetite behaves as a shark.
What is best and what is bad, we fail to decide?
You are better and I am also, it is our pride.