Stalked all their life
Stained by a crime not committed
A permanent mark on black skin
A reminder how we will never fit in
Labelled as criminals
Despite being exonerated
Probation was for those in need of reformation
Not those who already good behaviour
But any chance to stereotype
The oppressors will take their chance
To keep the invisible chains of oppression are locked in and secured
A way to surveil those who now walk in the light
Constant checkups, now a normal routine
Having to ensure their record is squeaky clean
Being suffocated by the fear
Of breathing wrong
They'll do anything to keep us behind bars
Freedom they promised, yet freedom we haven't received
Being watched doesn't equate to being free
Especially when we still hang from the trees of your critique
You can't claim slavery ended when we are still slaves to your constant surveillance
Not when incarceration is used as a way to keep us hidden
Not when we live a life of normalcy
Yet are still followed
By the law that claims to help
Yet shoots us as soon as we open our mouth
You can't claim it ended when we live under the power
Of the white man
God Around the Corner
By Mark D. Stucky
My cat’s favorite spot to sleep and surveil the house
was at the top of the hallway-to-basement stairs.
I would sometimes stealthily lie down on the floor
just around the hallway corner from her and wait.
No matter how quiet I tried to be,
she soon peeked around the corner,
her curious face mere inches from mine,
delighted at her discovery.
We had also been inches apart just moments before
but blocked by an optical barrier of spliced sheetrock.
Although she couldn’t see me,
she could sense my nearness.
Her cat’s curiosity caused her
to investigate my presence.
If we are quiet and still enough,
can we feel God’s unseen nearness
just around the mystical corner
of everyday earthly existence?
If we follow spiritual senses,
can we come “face to face” with the divine?
(First published in Agape Review, 11 June 2023. See also my poems “Consider the (Dreaming) Birds” and “Jurassic Prayer.”)
(Image by Sebastian Molina fotografía on Unsplash.com.)
Serene surroundings surveil serendipitous seconds
Sending surround sounds surrendering sleep.
Skies soliloquy sings….self supposed sweet songs
Scintillate synonymous svelte synergies suite.
Sheltered savoir-faire synopsis swaying, swinging
Share seasonal’s sunlit sylvan sensibilities sweet.
8-30-22
Bite Size Poem no51 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
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7-15-22
Begin with a letter Poetry Contest ~N/A~
Sponsored by: Angela Tune
Poems spring forth like the season
All these politicians guilty of treason
The trees would grow if we let them
Vaccine-ready, set, inject him
Birds and squirrels doing their job
Life on Gaia why so hard
Man has made a conscious decision to toil
Insanity he has chosen to poison the soil
The very fabric of our existence
Elite get maid when we show resistance
That also goes for the misinformed
Quarantined at home watching ****
Simon says sit your ass down
Your face best get rid of that frown
Paying snitches to surveil the hood
You know HR 6666 is no good
Master Trump can I please go to work
Broke as hell going berserk
Locking down those that won't shelter in place
Knowledge of the truth I continue to chase
Why is my vision different than most
Truth revealed at the Presidential Roast
Driving way out of my lane
The whole damn world gone insane
Dang is it them or is it me
Changing perceptions of what I see
Don't forget we write our own story
My God this chapter is gore
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Elluntate Bell
Beautiful Sea Did Surveil
A beautiful sea we did surveil;
What we would do without fail,
Trim must,
And adjust,
Before we started to set sail.
Jim Horn
Jim Horn
With their haunting beauty and calamitous construct
The captivating caves opprobriously obstruct
Ambient anguish heinously hidden
Humbling hearts trapped and love forbidden
Hemispherical hindering in the caves of ice
Where the solace of sorrows silently suffice
Terminal tentacles of the tyrannical snow queen
Quenching her thirst in the salivating smoke screen
Efficacious echoes of loves demise
Suffocating screams surveil and agonise
Benevolent breaths frantically forever frost
Within the caves of the lachrymal lost
As the winter wanders and whimsically waves
For my soul surrenders to the Caliginous Caves.
Aug.04.2016
Caves - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
Despair clouds of anger in drought
Toll its rhyme washed own trust
Escape its face aged still crisp visions veil
Replace with faceless shame pave title of hate
Close its sphere hangs prejudices nowhere
Odds-on steps surveil passages soak in conflict
Tender the pain redeem its sins thrill magnitude
Suicidal thought be drug calm relax face the coming day