Vicious and mean
Immoral intent
Loudly and impulsively
Expressed through
Wicked words
Offensive and ominous
Repulsive in nature
Delivered and unjustifiably
Spoken
The hole- so wide and lonely,
Is so unjustifiably small,
I imagine her decay slowly...
The crowd weeps at the door,
But I must not cry-
I am the undertaker.
The service- monotone,
The crowds grieving groans,
The shovel makes my hands ache,
But my heart must not break-
For I am the undertaker.
The rain falls,
And living is a chore,
Meaningless words emerge,
As unknown faces converge,
The many condolences I take,
And the consolidation I must fake-
Because I am the undertaker.
The coffin is lowered,
Dull Petals drifting …
But I must not lose my gripping-
I am the undertaker.
The clouds are gray,
The grass yellow,
My mask cannot stay,
And my tears are mellow,
Because I am the undertaker-
My mothers undertaker.
Diabolique!
It's so tragic, in poetry!
There is no safe place to be.
Knives come at you with your
poetry, if political.
I do understand people
now border on the hysterical.
Anyone on the right, in danger
of poetic execution.
Unjustifiably, diabolical!
But as in life, poetry is just
personal expression.
I wish it were not considered
a dance, so evil, one needs to
rush, find a priest and go to
confession.
I want to be accepted as me.
Crazy, but I want to be honored
more than any animal or tree.
I will not hedge on this, freedom
of all expression,
Requires depth, not just a hug and
a kiss.
It's integrity, lies in the freedom to be.
Freedom for all .....trumps imagery.
June 27, 2019
10am PST
11/21/16
As far as I can see
Mindlessly
Been battling with sobriety
Extreme weather advisories
Over land or by the seas
Many multi-floored wineries
Producing product of the same or different varieties
Animals and humans living within or outside of societies
Where things may happen fairly or unjustifiably
World renowned notoriety
Obtained solo or through a dynasty
In all entirety
A world full of opportunity and vibrancy
All though there is irony
Happening loudly or quietly
Individuals and groups continuing to act defiantly
Showing their own true colors, undeniably
Never did I have much piety
Because it was religious, and something I always looked at undesirably
Is the cycle entirely
Spirally?
Or finitely?
Still to this day occurs piracy
And illegal sales of guns, drugs and objects like ivory
Corruption and briberies
Events carried out publicly or silently
Something well known, now viewed unrecognizably
And indefinably
By: Dalton Ogletree
There was a time, when I felt totally undesirable
unjustifiably [I now know] and you being in your infancy
felt so.. un-understood, writhing in a man’s body, seemingly a child
with the heart of a warrior, a man, with all a man’s needs.
There was a time, when time stood still, and time meant nothing,
and age was but an unjustifiable number on a page of societal crap.
I needed you. You wanted me. And so………….we were.
There was a time, so long ago, it seems a passing dream;
we paired, we parted, and life went on…
Now, as time seems to slide by with the speed of passing film
I remember, not without wonder…Who am I?
And where are you? Do you remember?
I am not at all sure [for who ever is…] and I am sorry, if our momentary joy,
brought you anything else...In the deep of night sometimes [often, truth be told]
I wonder, should I say….sorry?
for loving you?
Nigeria! Nigeria!! my beloved Nigeria
How you've suffered, how you've been rendered barren and useless
A country full of milk and honey
A country rich in people, culture and traditions
Gone were those days when you were the pride of Africa
Gone were those days that you were regarded as the giant of Africa
Gone were those days of our founding fathers
Gone were those days of the likes of Amadu Bello, Nnamdi Azikiwe and Obafemi Awolowo
Gone were those days when we used to have elder statesmen
Gone were those days when we have people that would strive for your unity and integrity
What we are left with now are bunch of greedy and selfish politicians
What we are left with now are bunch of thieves
Those that illegally and unjustifiably stole their way into your heart and soul
Those that bribed and cheated their way into power
Those that are ready to suck and milk you dry and make you barren
Those that are ready to destroy the future of our great nation
Nigeria! Nigeria!! I weep for my beloved Nigeria.
Not intentionally and beyond realization
with every subtle breath
I commenced to murder my soul
with acts that are unlike commonality
like a wielding knife
churning in the mid-section
of the human soul
the murder was intimate
and most un-endearing
as unsettling as it may seem
those behaviors and decisions that are made
unjustifiably contrary to all morality
my innermost being bled
and my soul was dying an untimely death
Resurrection seemed to be denied
time after time after time
I now walk amongst the living
with a butchered, decapitated soul
Effortless attempts to revive
as its slippery cover slides through
irrevocable hands
Mirrored only by demeaning cares
and unmentionable thoughts
the murder was eminent since the moment
of my birth
How come no one stopped me?
Is it really true that they could not see?
Or is it possible that the intense presence
of a soul’s murder
would allow the witnesses to be free?
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