Short Inequities Poems
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if you should leave
go in quiet tones
lest you stir up past inequities
And open the storms of anger
which will whip up the winds of hate
then the thunderstorms of guilt will ensue
it may best to leave before this hurricane is due
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In My final resolution
I must...
First,
Go to meet God
Thus,
Perhaps'....
He is ready to
Receive
Me in all
Of My inequities'
That which I do present
Poet Author
Gary Fields
My blood cannot heal me
of my inequities
my blood is corrupted
in sinful DNA of the first man
who caused us all to stumble
the only blood that heals my soul
is the incorruptible one shed by the Lamb
two thousand years ago
on that rugged cross
Creation sparks into existence
every element of our cosmos
Genesis’ pattern of expansion
Life’s innate self perpetuation
We inherit upon conception
our common stardust ancestry
Practice love and tolerance towards all
God’s children have no inequities
Barren sullen devoid of all color
Blank canvas plastered
But Ill equipped inequities
Of casual sexual diversity
Allow my first stroke
Male model well equipped
Brush pales in size to the
Instrument God equipped
Him with Ahh. Mmmm
Sun setting behind
City’s skyline stars peeking
Yes!! flowers bloom, yet they wither.
their petals fall.
I'm still standing, firm and strong.
I'm still growing, rising.
I've been watered by the sweat of my mother.
watched by God, despite my inequities.
I just want to be grateful.
Look how far I've come, and I'm still soaring like an eagle.
Blossom Monyei's poetries.
A Kindness
I have been hardened, polished,
by the inequities of life’s demons.
Scarred by the evil of the “holy”.
redeemed not by a savior,
but by a kindness, awakened
to the truth that I am not like them
nor should I allow them
to destroy who I am.
11/14/2016
submitted to – Quote Prompt I – Free Verse – Poetry Contest
Easy Money
Buy now, pay later.
You’ve got credit!
We’ve got debt.
Let’s swap.
It’s how we derive
With asset backed securities
For your house equities
To burrow into your burdens
Our financial inequities
Those company bonuses
As we put you into minuses!
Buy now pay later, so they tell us
Like what comes out of anuses.
Form:
Your vital nature shines so brightly,
graces us with golden sheen,
you have a heart that hovers lightly,
with compassion rarely seen.
You plumb the possibilities
of living without fear,
you challenge life's inequities
but not without a tear
of sadness in your sacred soul
and shades of anguish too,
this world was never meant
for one as beautiful as you.
As I reflect upon this day,
Where a viral presence has
Effected millions, give or take.
My mind shifts to racial inequities,
And how that's been a
Huge cultural mistake.
Positioning face-to-face, and
Seeing eye-to-eye, doesn't require
Complicity, before going nose-to-nose.
Just some basic respect and
Understanding, where another's
Heritage and hope only grows.
'...with quenchless canvasses of twisted fire' - Mervyn Peake
Your vision was a beacon
gracing us with golden sheen,
your heart was dark and heavy
with redemption rarely seen.
You plumbed the incongruities
of faithfulness and fear,
you challenged life's inequities
so often with a tear
of sadness in your dream-dimm'd eyes
and shades of anguish too,
this world was never meant
for one as beautiful as you.
...with gratitude to an incomparable artist
Your vision is a beacon
gracing us with golden sheen,
though your heart was dark and heavy
with redemption rarely seen.
You plumbed the probabilities
of faithlessness and fear,
you challenged life's inequities
and often with a tear
of sadness in your dream-dimm'd eyes
and shades of anguish too,
this world was never meant
for one as beautiful as you.
...with gratitude to an incomparable artist
Your vision is a beacon
gracing us with golden sheen,
though your heart was dark and heavy
with redemption rarely seen.
You plumbed the probabilities
of faithlessness and fear,
you challenged life's inequities
and often with a tear
of sadness in your dream-dimmed eyes
and shades of anguish too,
this world was never meant
for one as beautiful as you.
'...quenchless canvasses of twisted fire,' Mervyn Peake
Your vision was a beacon
gracing us with golden sheen,
your heart was dark and heavy
with redemption rarely seen.
You plumbed the incongruities
of faithfulness and fear,
you challenged life's inequities
so often with a tear
of sadness in your dream-dimm'd eyes
and shades of anguish too,
this world was never meant
for one as beautiful as you.
A multitude of raindrops
Each smaller than a pea
Can cause torrential floods
Washing houses out to sea
A multitude of white lies
Each trivial when told alone
Can stir up mass hysteria
Allowing hate to be condoned
A multitude with apathy
Each reluctant to get involved
Can result in class inequities
As the human race evolves
So, if you think that you as one
A difference cannot make
There is a multitude of history
To prove that that is a mistake
Hairline cracks of doubt
slow mark the corners
of mind’s vision,
alter the illusion
of yesterdays
filtering into today’s.
Soft gray film taints
the sunshine halos,
hardens the smiles,
narrows the eyes
as we squint
into an abyss
of angst.
The shadows overlap,
blend into complex
inequities of truth
tinged by time,
of lies mocking
the truth,
piercing the solitude
of age
with the dagger
of youth,
clouding the beauty
of tarnished reflections.
John G. Lawless
©3/21/2018