"Learn to consider the source ... of rancour and
ignore. All tantrums don't require your reaction."
Quote by _Ibadidran Omo Akinde
I have spent my childhood the target of rancour,
malicious words like chains were my anchor.
Why are people like that ?
Sometimes, my only friend was my sweet kitty cat,
at school during lunch time- alone, I sat.
My words brought their rancour !
When I was a young woman I got much stronger,
I did not listen to the hatemonger.
Gone the chains that held me !
I was learning about who I wanted to be,
and saw resentful words as a sad plea.
Oh, get lost scaremonger !
Now, I am a writer of poetry- of life,
and yes still get hurt by life's stabbing knife.
But, am a tree rooted !
And when the venomous slither I press muted,
or lost in my mind- their words diluted.
Be still, not larger-than-life !
I feel sorry for the sad spiteful rancorous,
those people who get all cantankerous.
Why are people like that ?
Categories:
scaremonger, bullying, courage, hate,
Form: Narrative
Our freedoms imprison us.
Even now we want more than we need,
tho' we do not yet know what we want.
We do without knowing,
we know without doing.
We do without nothing.
Scaremonger the tip of our iceberg hearts.
This is this race of a thousand false starts,
and we, the runner, the player of parts.
We with the stones and the broken glass's.
You with your runaway greenhouse gases.
Her heart still molten,
we've frozen these assets.
This horse is gone,
yet we search for the locks.
We look to the skies,
we watch all the clocks.
The second hand,
our second thoughts.
This futile search,
these last resorts.
This weight of extinction is heavy,
shackling life's gift of buoyancy,
of optimism.
It pulls us under the rising tide of humanity.
We belong to the future,
it does not belong to us.
Categories:
scaremonger, earth, environment,
Form: Free verse