This social status brings me to my knees, as I sense a divide, a widening disease.
The upper class, devoid of any pride, spreads their lies and hide behind the media while
others silently bide.
They try to appease, ignoring the pleas of those in need, lost in the social freeze.
A creed that breeds, like a newly sprouted seed, fostering division, where hatred's the creed.
While they preach to the masses, those dealt a cruel fate, social structures thrive, but their
hearts are sedate.
This creed only nourishes greed at the top, while so many struggle, just trying to stop.
Friendship's not with age
Not with social status
It's companionship.
You are what you eat
Thin, fat, fair, what sizes be
Speaks social fate.
Something seems missing
Just what is the Ameripoe Society?
I am glad you didn’t ask, but will explain
It’s a society involving and encouraging current and inspiring Poets with embattled hearts
Strong opinions and convictions
Observations and influences
The qualities of a Poet within
Poet to be in one word’s that oversees
Suggesting to readers and prospective Poet to break the barriers of Alpha
Enrichment of experiences never shared
Word in and out timed right
Speculation balance
Open up to one’s imagination
What can be spoken can be written
Insights through inner thoughts being the Ameripoe Society way
Talent the high mark
Checkpoint Ready, Holding Steady and Aiming for Excellence
Poet’s realities
Social status
Writer’s quo
No although
Eyes seeing ability on one’s inner being
The right to be and explore as a Poet
Words unknown
Uncertainty no doubt
Assurance certain
A Poet being the who and says when
The analysis of can
Ameripoe Society commitment in don’t ever bend to a question
Have the answer that you should only respond.
Man suffers in life
because he takes
so seriously, what
the gods created
for fun.
He's entangled in
his own carnal desires,
which keeps him in bondage,
unable to progress his soul.
Life is a merry go round
and earth is the playground.
Where man can be amused by
his carnal desires, achievements,
enjoyment, social status
and his ego.
Man became a lover
and slave to these things.
Which brought upon
himself, his own greed
and suffering.
Forgetting where he came from,
how he got here, and
where to go after his
game is over.
Man must be stripped
from his name, career,
possessions, and his personality
in order to find his individuality.
Without ever knowing this,
he will always be the cause
of his own suffering.
He must detach from
his mortal self and return
formless back to the light,
from which he came from.
Everything happened as though a dream,
Though it left in me a permanent gleam;
My imprisonment, for no fault of mine, was fixed,
Treason - they said - feelings in me got mixed;
Neglecting the National anthem - the F.I.R said,
Thinking of what's going to dawn made me dread;
News Papers had already foreseen my end,
Life imprisonment, to such persons, was the day's trend;
My advocate, though knew matters clearly, shun,
As though, in my case, intricacies, spun;
Nightmares in me, of dark cells, appeared often,
As though, I, from there, straight went into my coffin?
It's, then, my neighbor, whom I had hated,
For his social status, which, I felt, had outdated;
Who knew me well that I was, in truth, patriotic,
And felt how my life, then, had gone chaotic;
Being a legal practitioner, he took up my case,
Enabled me to be free from the clutches, by grace;
How would I ever in my repay him?
I felt like kissing him till my heart's very brim...!!!
13 February 2023
I Felt Like Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Why, couldn't you have told me?
No, couldn't you have informed me?
I don't really understand,
Couldn't you?
Couldn't you have informed me?
That it high time, you back stabbed me,
Wouldn't I have prepared myself,
Off course,for the very worse.
But I realized,
that,you backstabbing me,
Was kind of necessity,
So i forgive you.
For I realized that, you were under pressure,
Under pressure from that evil vice called peer pressure,
To keep up with your social status is also important to me.
So never worry about me, just keep on soaring higher.
Christmas 2021
Making it Personal
Written: By Miracle Man
December 18, 2021
My life’s most preeminent gift,
wasn’t encompassed in a wrapped box with ribbons,
and bows, nor found neath a tree.
The greatest gift I’ve ever received,
was given to me over 2000 years ago,
in the form of a swaddling wrapped baby.
Jesus Christ was God’s gift,
and the expression of His categorical love for me.
This gift was free and there’s nothing I could/can do to earn it.
Money, good deeds, or social status
cannot procure my spot in heaven.
This gift was the expression of God’s love,
and I feel so blessed to be a witness of this love to others.
More than once Jesus has touched my life with hope, and promise,
I’m a recipient of His grace and mercy.
His love for me is a reflection of His unconditional love for all mankind,
Jesus laid down his life to purchase my freedom from sin.
My only requirement to receiving this gift of God, was acceptance,
and on August 27th 1968 I accepted this gift as my personal savior.
Since, Jesus Has Been The Reason For My Season
Happy Birthday Jesus!
From the ages of five to fifteen, I was abused at home, bullied, and harassed at school, and was, generally unhappy most of the time. During those same years, I was dealing with the sickness and death of my mother. Graduating from high school, going away to college, and eventually enlisting in the military service, I learned to assert my independence, grow in the ability to defend myself, and take responsibility for my own well-being.
early years were tough
soft-hearted, weak, but tender
I yearned to be me
After I became more disciplined, gained self-control, and developed a good sense of self-worth, I vowed that I would never tolerate the kind of behavior by others that made me so miserable during my younger years. Bullying, harassing, making another person's life miserable with insults—these things became my Kryptonite. Today, I cannot stand to see any person being treated with disdain because of their race, religion, cultural background, sexual orientation, social status or physical differences, period.
my kryptonite is
harassing, bullying acts
that shame another
written October 5, 2021
In the darkened twilight
My thoughts roam.
Even tho i bleed the same color,
Cry the same salty tears,
my appearance to some is different,
And yet, thought of as less than....
Educated by the same system,
Speaking the same language,
And yet, you still don't hear me.
With naked eyes, I see clearly,
As your blinders make you believe
You see all..... You know all;
Your politics
Your religion
Your social status,
And yet,
can you tell me in your knowing,
What it is to be truly human ?
What it is to be truly civilized ?
Does your religion explain any of that,
Does your politics tell you what to believe ?
In the darkened twilight
My thoughts roam,
As I work myself back home....
Chasing illusions ephemeral
Betraying conscience
Dormant inner sentience
The life thus lived delusional
Outer appearance
Age and gender
Social status & colour
Immaterial for innocence
Balancing endowed polarity
Flowing in loving gentleness
Detached nonchalant awareness
Embracing one & all in geniality
All we choose to do is doable
If we choose to walk upon the path
Each moment a holy sabbath
To behold in renewal Gods miracle
30-September-2020
It’s a crime
if my education and social status make me egotist and entice to humiliate others
It's a crime
if I wear the mask of modesty rearing immodesty inside
It's a crime
if I call and show others the pious path making self only convener
It's a crime
for donating to religious works I earn money illegal ways
It's a crime
when I make me a pilgrim to holy religion places
and after returning I become desperate to take previous revenge
it’s a crime
for a particular religion or belief hating another religion or belief
and for the sake of certain religions avoiding universal humanity
It's a big crime
for recurring misdeeds if I ask forgiveness again and again
19.08.2020 Chattogram
You are still child than my age
But your periphery of eyes on my doings,
Your stagnant stream of walking behind me,
Your subliminal sitting beside me,
Your intimation talkings on the amorous words,
Your every breath along with my step mark
Make me dreamer,
Make me thinker,
Make me itinerant
To love
Age distance is nothing in love
I observe when I come
You keep combing hair by your fingers
You willingly keep aside the gauze scarf from your breast
You loitering around me to gossip
These all make lame my legs of love
These all make my age weakest to you
These all make me forget our social status
Your everything induces me to fall in love with you
Oh; age distance is nothing to fall in love
19.08.2020 Chattogram
It is that season again
When men are men
In the upper class ready to defend
Their social status as leaders
With innocent images of being sweeter
Finding ladies to be courted
Despite not being able to afford it
Girls flip the magazine pages
While their beaus make their wages
For one evening out
Acting mature looking good no doubt
They call it a formal dance where the chivalry carries the gentlemen lance
Escorting their ladies
Who were childhood mate tees
Filled with beauty talk they have that certain walk
Onto the dance floor
Innocent romance in store
Prom night is here and trying not to sneer
Since it is good bye to friends
After thirteen years together in one community of academic social mends
It is your stand, your plan to take command
Kids no more saying kindly adult hood open the door
Imagine
Imagine a planet where race wasn't a factor we're social status and sexuality preference did not define who we really are.
If we could all get into this mindset and put love first our future generations could prevail and reach the stars.
Imagine a planet with no evil, rape, murder ,lust and greed. Yet it started so long ago when Eve chose to taste that seed.
Imagine if fathers didn't harm their daughters or touch them out of impurity or out of lust.
Imagine not wanting to kill said father and watching him turn into nothing but dust.
Imagine mothers who love their children and who didn't reject them like common trash or an inconvenience to the heart.
Yet so many mothers played this lot in life and sadly play thier part.
We could imagine all day long but what would that really do? It doesn't change how things really are a sad reality but heartbreakingly true.
Imagine
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