I refuse to be used as shaytan's play thing,
Whispering for this and that, poking and prodding my pressure points,
To try to get me to give up and to sing the song of sinning,
But unlike a toy which you Push and it makes noise
my soul is fighting to stay up, like a diver coming up from the ocean
All the whispers can't hang, I'm out
You, the devil, are using your scary tricks and keeping up with your promise,
Can't harm me here so you try another way, than another way
But my soul combats you and we'll never give in
Inshallah, as long as this soul is attached to this body my fight
ain't over
Son , keep my wise words for your bright future: As a future leader, privilege discipline in everything you will do.
A ruler has much power when his people are with him. Learn to understand the voices of the people you rule. A wise leader knows that power does not mean to control and ill - treat people, It is the happiness for working for people... " helping them."Love knowledge to rule well, Respect is reciprocal in life , Love the person who corrects you because he loves you the most. Respect is reciprocal in life , Be humble, tolerant of others , and a role model in the Society. Learn to forgive forgive and forget , Don't allow tribalism " tribal conflict" to rise among the people you lead. Remember that , war is the biggest enemy of the development. Promote peace and love where ever you will be. I love you so much son.
February 19/2023
Written for contest 12 things you 'd teach your child sponsored by Matt Calliri
In endless dark tunnel,
winding incisive anguish
delves deep tireless through
insensate sensual strata.
Visual surface of being sheared
to shards by excruciating trauma,
sinks to benumbed depth
of tolerant unfeeling...
seamless stillness.
__________
January 16, 2023
For Brian Strand Contest No 1170
So, as said you sir
the sun did still rise
albeit in a blur
among shaded skies.
Where clouds did gather
at a dunces brainstorm
for a dance and a blather
upon a pseudo platform.
Hustling to heady highs
saturating their misbehaviours
soon they will crystallise
forget their facilitators.
As sure as they will fall
and make foe with the floor
we will stand smart, tolerant and tall
savvy of a shower bows soar.
A spectrum of and for all
a light we can all bat for.
© 2016 Margo Cami [www.margocami.com]
When terrible things in life become more common
They become less terrible
And a societies norm
There lies the danger
We become more tolerant and complacent
And we tend to just look away
So our hearts are no longer torn.
From the homeless on the cold streets
To the old Lady attacked and beat
By evil thugs
Not just content with robbing
To buy drugs.
It's true sometimes we just have to switch off
Enough is enough
There's just too much hate in the world
And not enough understanding
Caring and love.
As our world gets colder
And more people are getting older
And our government doesn't seem to care
If they live or die
For they are the same people who once
Made our country great
And make no mistake
It's not great or something we
Should be proud of any more.
Open up you're hearts
Speak up for the weak
Show some human kindness
Be humble caring and meek.
We are all really brothers and sisters
Under the same moon stars and sun
Despite our many differences
Lets try yo live as one.
Some people seek peace
Others only war
Lets make a stand together
And make the world
A better place once more.
Peter Dome.Copyright.2015.May.
That sorrow may grow
To purify your soul
Be tolerant be cool
That's a price you pay
A cost to get higher flow
In truth, this life is really too short life
Comparing to the infinite Shangri-La life
He feels he possesses a high tolerance.
Living side by side
with those he abhors
Tolerating the smells
and the sounds
of those lesser men.
He is of a proud race,
blonde hair blue eyes.
A future master of the world
he bides his time,
tolerating those lesser men.
Smiling, imagining the day
when he will rule.
When he will take
what should already be his.
Fortunately he is a truly tolerant man.
Tolerance of course does have its limits.
Tolerance can only last for so long.
He holds onto his glimmer of hope,
imagining those lesser men hung with rope,
one day their fat turned into soap!
When the time comes a joyous parade,
within a mass grave their bodies laid...
But for now he bides his time,
with tolerance he toasts with wine.
The visions in his head are so sublime
he wants what's theirs, he says "It's mein".
A sad chapter in human history, sadly these men still walk amongst us.
Read my other poem I wrote called "Tolerence" to know my thoughts".
For Debbie's "You say you want a revolution" Poetry Contest.
Sometimes I'd like to be a light somewhere.
But then this magic burdens me the worst;
and I'll not show the least of worth or care.
So from when the doctor hit I knew I changed
And even before I opened up my eyes
Somewhat belittled and somewhat deranged
Little I knew how much my burden resized.
To my family soul with perfect ease
Assimilating personality
The thousand words with photos that we teased
Ripped and shred those pathways moles could see.
Those underlying roads that mock the light
And like the bats are busy working night
The second shift of troubles come to see
What scroll of witchcraft they've brought up to height.
So to the others I must say but this;
Some tales or stories are grotesquely staffed
Assigned to haunt those who may have been cursed
I vouch for those and speak on their behalf.