Solemn right and poor, opportunistic excuse
Poem written on 10th November, 2025
for "The Earth's Oceans Poetry Contest"
by Constance La France.
"The sea sheaths her gluttonous grip in a calm candour."
quote by the author.
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From the Greek myth of the Titan Atlas, your name,
In saltiness, no sea can quite compare.
Your mighty footprints press upon many nations —
Only the Pacific reaches more shores and coasts.
You bore the deceit that chained Africans —
Changed the hues of faces in the Americas.
You ferried millions into dark living shackles —
A graveyard for rebellious ones.
Upon your blue-green belly wars were won and lost;
You echoed the Cuban missile crisis.
You swallowed the Titanic mid its pleasure trip,
Still hold Gustloff's nine thousand bones.
You foster commerce and the flow of trade,
Yielding black gold with tireless ease.
You guard rich treasures for mankind,
Yet hide your deepest secrets in your vastest depths.
Is it true that with earthquake you sank Atlantis?
Do you have a triangle that vanish vessels?
Have you assigned a coast to the Sargasso Sea?
All these rumours your silence spreads both far and near.
DIGITAL THIS
AND DIGITAL THAT ,
OTHERWISE KNOWN
AS DIGITAL CRAP.
JUST AN ILLUSION
IF YOU CAN'T HOLD IT
JUST A DREAM
TO THINK YOU OWN IT.
THE LIGHTS GO OUT
THE DREAM IS GONE.
YOUR LEFT STANDING
ASKING WHAT WENT WRONG.
TRACK AND TRACE
OUT OF YOUR HANDS
FORCED TO PAY
ON DEMAND.
REFUSE TO PAY
YOU'RE DENIED.
AUTO RESTRICTIONS
SIMPLY APPLIED.
OUT OF CONTROL
THAT'S THE FEELING.
DIGITAL CHAOS
IS WHAT THEIR DEALING.
MANIPULATED
TO SAY AND DO
SHOULD BE A WARNING
OR AT LEAST A CLUE.
THE DIGITAL WORLD
YOU'RE EITHER IN OR OUT.
IF YOU'RE ON THE FENCE
YOU'RE IN DOUBT.
AUTONOMY MEANS
TO GOVERN YOURSELF
TO HOLD THE KEYS
TO YOUR FUTUE AND WEALTH
LIVING A LIFE
THAT'S NOT CONTROLLED
HAS A VALUE WORTH
MORE THAN GOLD.
Michael E Harris
10302025
A throne of bones and a crown toppled,
Bodies trampled around the Holy grail of blood.
A minister with a broken spine,
A queen with a sewn mouth,
And a lone king at the peak,
While his subjects lay on the chess board.
The world is a ghetto
Filled with beggars, gypsies, tramps and thieves
And then a whole bunch
Of hapless fools without a clue
They are in fact the real slaves.
The major religions after all are designed
To assuage the lot of this ghettoed mass
Who are slaves to their own mind’s habituations,
With hope and fear, dogma, and conformity,
And not the masters amongst them
Who fear not their freedom
Having no need for intermediaries
Go about their lives,
Be it under the radar
Or in the spot light,
With dignity
The world may be a ghetto
But it’s the best one we’ve got,
And slaves can always hope to be free,
And even sometimes find a master
Who will show them the way.
(10/26/25)
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(“The Mothership”, 2024, photo collage of original encaustics)
From the beginning of time bands and tribes
Have simply named themselves “The People”
Obviously to make a distinction
Between themselves and other animals,
Plants and rocks, spirits
And the other humans over there.
And from the beginning of time
They have probably used the excuse
“They’re not really people”
When getting into conflict with those others
And deciding they need to be controlled
Enslaved or eliminated.
We’ve seen it happen repeatedly to black Africans
To ethnic minorities wherever they are resistant to change
To the Jews en masse in Europe last century
And today with helpless fetuses the world over.
It is after all the best way to rationalize
Murdering those we don’t want
Or can’t control any other way.
It is after all important
To be able to sleep at night.
I’m sure there are alien motherships
Orbiting our planet right now
Watching as we struggle
To mature into celestial beings,
And I’m sure they’re saying the same,
“They’re not really people”
But with greater wisdom and compassion
Are also saying,
“Not yet.”
(10/12/25)
I wash my smile before dawn breaks
hide my tired bones in laughter's clothes
serve peace on plates I never taste
and call this loyalty, not chains.
Walls know my silence by name
they echo my sighs between chores
and when I dream of freedom's hand
guilt whispers that I have a roof.
Love here feels like borrowed air
each breath measured, each joy taxed
I am both guest and ghost within
a place I built yet never own.
But still, I fold my pain with care
hang it beside the linen sheets
pray someday they'll see the truth
that slaves still live in loving homes.
The taste of freedom resides in choice
Autonomy of the body and autonomy of voice
It is to not be held hostage by threat of violence
It is to not be kidnapped by silence
It is to leave a home with quiet reassurance -
And to return without the company of bullets
It is to watch the news without dread
Of seeing another black person dead
It is to exist without stereotypes
Without having to defend our rights
To be able to breathe -
In a world where everything we do is heavily criticised
The taste of freedom, would taste so sweet
To not be harassed, while walking down the street
It would taste like a voice finally free
It would taste like the end of a centuries long journey
Where rest becomes mandatory
Where a happy ending chooses our story
The taste of freedom belongs to those erased in history
The taste of freedom belongs to those caged by slavery
The taste of freedom belongs to our collective ancestry
The taste of freedom belongs to those who look like me
The Prisoner in the Land of Holocaust
An east wind began to blow upon the holocaust of the west. As the one from the north stepped southward to pull a broken soul out from its prison. This prison was a deep pit with smooth sheer walls fashioned by the prisoners very own hands. The light from the one from the north pierced through the darkness of that prison. Like the moon taking on the light of the sun, the prisoner began to take on the light of his liberator.
The prisoner's lack of strength now endowed with a measure of hope and of power. With his strength renewed the prisoner reached up from below, just as the one from the north reached down from above. The hands of both meeting in a place called the middle. With hands clasped together with the strength of a 3 fold cord, the one from the north elevated the prisoner up and then out from the inside of that pit. That prisoner was set down upon the ground once called holocaust, now known as the land of the one whom was set free.
Dr j marion sims
The 'so-called' father of gynecology
Built of the lie of ethics
Built from harvested black bodies
No permission, just 'science'
An excuse just to abuse black women -
Treated as 'experiments'
To him we were never human beings
Just a new toy to play with
No anaesthesia, just pain
His work wasn't revolutionary - it was just inhumane
Does he really deserve the honour of being labelled as a 'father' -
When behind closed doors he abused his 'children' who gave him that name
Pushed them out of the door
Then slammed it in their face
No thank you, no gratitude, no rewards
Just a lifetime of scars and trauma
Treated like a disgrace
Treated the enslaved as if they weren't apart of the human race
They didn't just invade our lands -
They colonised our bodies
Dissected us like a scientific study
No consent, no permission
Just a scalpel to cut our skin
Not even out of curiosity
Just to beat the 'competition'
He was known as the father of gynecology
But in reality -
Many of us will see him as the father of stolen autonomy
Treating our bodies like property
Studying us as if he were learning archaeology
Slavery comes in many forms, it is a negative force, that is very evil, making its captives live in all of the worst ways.
Slavery is the forcing of taking your life, your choices, your everything and making you nothing but a piece of property owned by another or others.
Like a building that has tenants, you become the building, that others get a flow of something from.
Like a predator catches its target and keeps it for its pleasure, making you lose all your freedoms.
Slavery can come in many forms, it can come as love or by job or in many other ways.
Non-slavery has freedom, freedom of movement, freedom of choice, freedom to grow and reach all your dreams and many other freedoms that we cherish close to our heart.
So be aware and take care, stay safe and choose health over wealth and make all your dreams come true.
God gave us freedom of choice, freedom to choose, freedom is the most valuable thing you can have, so remember freedom is the real wealth in life.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Trial in Complaint by Corruption
Without notice of state of emergency regarding homelessness
Poverty law precludes me from prosecution as in definition of rights the slaves literacy is justice.
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Social Media;
Perfecting Hysteria.
Push button Reply;
Gas lightight the why.
Sticks and stones...
Blood and bones...
Reds and blues...
Roaring 'Boos'...
Silence begets silence;
Speech yields violence,
Passion to fight,
Stomping the blight.
Stuck in motion;
Ignoring all notion.
Frantically turning;
All paths churning.
Ground faulting;
Conscience halting.
Lies swirling;
Truth curling.
Confusion surrounds;
Chaos abounds.
Champion humility;
End the futility.
Plug the ears;
Muzzle the fears.
Pause the trigger;
Quell the vigor.
Close the eyes;
Unveil the guise
Force the thought;
Lest be bought.
Terrified innocents, departing indigenous lands
afraid to end with a sad ullagone…
merchandised as cargo.
Once money changes hands…all hope is gone.
They are herded into dinghies on an empty shore
united through a desire, a longing,
dreaming of peace, education and love.
On board each one clings anxiously to ice cold hands
elderly faces stare blankly. Children ululate
Silently one by one they fall overboard
bodies thrash as the cold invades their bones
until silence is the only sound in darkness
Once proud inhabitants, bound in dreams of
a better life away from impoverishment
To end life as ghostly apparitions…
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