So I’m forced to take responsibility
For the actions of leaders I never trusted
And if I lack this absurd ability
You’d claim that I am maladjusted
But where were your morals when I suffered
What is your share of responsibility
For my troubles, why didn’t you offer
Your very supportive reliability?
Please don’t worry about to react
We both know the answer, don’t we
You may victimize me just like that
Then accuse me for playing a victim’s ennui
It’s an old tribal song, to shift the blame
To the poor, sending them to fight
I’m responsible for different songs to play
And I do, when the time is right.
Why am I so different? Why does the world look at me as if I am broken and lost? Tragedy does not define me touched as a child now forced to wear the scars of my generational curse.Due to one man’s uncontrollable lust the world treats me as if though I am better off dead. trying to make it in this horrible world now with a child of my own to protect scared every day that she will be judged because I’m alive. so many different names for victims of family violence I could not stop his uncontrollable need to rape victimize or even beat, but yet I am treated as if though I am the one who actually committed the crime. Please don’t judge me. I’m just trying to stay alive. This is me. I am no different from you. I just wish you could only see.
come
back heart
into arms
that are nonsense
since your departure-
where will I lodge revenge
should I punch the ether out
victimize the ozone layer
what world will be mine in your passing~
as grey as the grave that robbed me reckless
Bio,
mature, sincere, loving, and respectful,
Son of Brijnandan Prasad and Muni Devi,
Lover of natural beauty, beautiful wife, beautiful children and grandchildren,
Have deep loneliness for heavenly departed wife, find solace in the beauty of nature, passion for helping less fortunate people,
Apparently, no one fears me, May be burglars who don’t dare to victimize me, May be scammers who try to cheat me every day.
Love to travel and see European Countries & African Safary in native countries, Art and painting shows, My relatives in India,
Castro Valley, California,
Narain
Seeing my daughters, son, their spouses give me the sweetest beat,
Grandchildren bring joy and cheer to my aging heart, so neat,
Nothing more precious than those who are my own in this life,
Good friends overshadow earthly possessions, easing strife.
You can bleed me blind,
execute my eyes,
victimize my vision,
immolate my imagery,
nullify my name,
suppress me into silence,
slaughter my soul,
execute my ego,
slay my spirit,
veil my verses,
poison my prose,
annihilate my alliterations,
ravage my rhymes,
waste my words,
vaporize my vocabulary,
halt my heartbeats,
but you will never
pause my poetry
CUPID
Free Verse
Hello Cupid, how are you?
Did you bring your bow and arrow?
How is the mischievous and winged child of love?
Be careful as you pierce one's heart to fall in love.
Please don't aim that bow and arrow to me
I am an old man in my seventies
Don't be troublesome, don't tickle my heart
Aim that arrow to the younger ones.
Amor Vincit Omia, love conquers all
I know you're also powerful
Today is your day and you go around
Looking for someone to victimize and fall in love.
With beauties around me, let not my heart be enthralled
In my golden years, let me live a life of piece and comfort.
I've been in love so many times
My heart was pierced so my times
My heart was hurt so many times
I cried so much in the past
Stop pulling my leg, I'll report you to Venus and Mars.
Don't let them see us
tremble! – it is what
they want. Don't let
them drink our tears of
sorrow...it will prompt
them to create more
heartbreak tomorrow. let
them hear, loud and clear,
of our definitive resolve –
we will not be divided
and scattered – these
Marxist, racist scum,
will also pay, here on earth,
long before they reach the
fires of hell....
(Lunatics With Power)
Soros, and his sponsoring
of Marxist, soulless DA's and Judges –
The squad, Pelosi's Luciferic Compatibles –
Time to Exorcise such swine, from their
sties of luxury, and into the pens of
our America Justice system, the very
same pens, they have manically emptied,
spilling criminal content back onto
the streets of our society, to
victimize our Nation's innocence –
Vote them out!
And then, Prosecute!
When Cowardice and Sloth shook hands,
their deal produced a special breed
of thief whose basic low-risk plans
to victimize the ones in need
required no smarts and little speed.
This slacker wouldn’t keep a job.
He’d rather steal than work one day.
He had no conscience; he would rob
an elder of retirement pay
or steal from gardens on his way.
He knew the food bank down the street
had more than food because he’d seen
folks donate cash. Also, some sweet
old ladies ran the place. Some green
he’d gain, for who would intervene?
He donned a mask and swaggered in.
A white-haired lady said, “Hello,
what would you like?” His wicked grin
was followed by, “The CASH! You know,
I’ve got a gun. Girls, don’t be slow!”
Then panic set in—his, not theirs.
They had black belts in martial arts.
“HaYAH!”—They came at him in pairs
and showed him how they treat upstarts
with thieving hands and wicked hearts.
August 10, 2021
entered in the Panic at the Food Bank Contest
received NA August 22, 2021
August 25, 2021
entered in the August 2021 NA's Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
After Miranda and I landed here years ago,
there was this ugly creature we got to know.
The only one of Sycorax the Witch's offspring,
he has to be the most hideous living thing.
This island's inhabitant is half beast and half man.
He is our servant, and his name is Caliban.
Caliban is someone I am unable to trust.
He tried to victimize my daughter with his lust.
Because of his attempted lecherous crime,
he has to be kept in check all of the time.
Caliban has seemingly obdurate incorrigibility,
I have to constantly threaten him with my sorcery.
based on the play "The Tempest" by William Shakespeare
M-outh, nose, and eyes
A-re prone to dreaded droplet;
R-abid germs and bacteria bring
J-eopardy, risk, and threat.
O-nce mouth, nose, and eyes
R-eceive the deadly dirt;
I-nfection attacks anyone,
E-ven the medical expert.
T-he hand's gruesome grime
A-ims to viciously victimize;
D-efend and protect your face,
L-ungs, mouth, nose, and
E-yes.
Topic: Birthday of Marjorie Tadle (June 08)
What in the ink whorl is papièr churl going on?
Ill quill vapors are trying to victimize me,
vex prose don’t belong
Word saber player haters trying to stick it to me,
throwing cursive stones
Their coarse paper tone is so digital angry
Blog blots got their writes all wrong
Sore spots ... ink stains
Rotted crease stroke brains
always wanna bring paper cut pain
Plenty briquettes blurt-y wanna dance dirty,
a-many ugly exchanges ain’t squid spit purty
If coal paper meet a diamond pen,
Crush Groove is gonna tango win
Counterfeit clone muse
using plagiarist, copy printer tools
Blank scroll troll fools
didn’t learn Poetry Slam old school
Any lip ink unwell with a lying spiel,
gets the clean-up Truth erasure deal
Epithet tongues liquor epitaph envelopes,
gin up troublesome, scarlet letter tropes
But when this Iron Will pen
meet their forged paper
Pallbearer finger caper
gonna press an eulogy send
Writ smack weakies think they’re grit summon strong!
When you eviscerate me from your life
I plunge into a vortex of emotional strife
Not only are you cold and fallacious
Your offensiveness is also mendacious
Is it not enough for you to victimize
that you have to constantly criticize
Tell me who do you think you are
Your actions are crazy and bazaar
You are so angry that you see scarlet red
I no longer hurt - you bewilder me instead
June 29, 2018
In my mind somber sorties unfold
When morbid movements scar a hundredfold.
Normalcy dead, transparency scared
Empathy bearded, intransigence endeared.
In my mind sordid scenes grow cold
When vulnerable voices no longer hold.
Brash brands undead, harsh hustles prepared
Phantom forces deployed, evil enamels ensnared.
In my mind torrents of tears no longer dry
Victory vessels victimize, vile victuals bereft of shame fly.
Flies on excrement multiply, sties of scorn sniggle
Spies of blame bloom, pies of putrefaction giggle.
In my mind orifices and offices of ordure spy
Voices of Hades hustle, choices of straitjackets sigh.
Worms of wilderness sparkle, whiffs of death dodge
Squids of insanity soar, weeds of vanity splurge.
(fact none fiction)
It's noticeable you like to prey on innocent lives
For you are not tough to prey on someone your own size
You know the results I noticed it too,of what would become
Of you ,if you would of bully those your own size.
No part of you would be left standing nor breath.
Of course that's why I became your victim and now trying to victimize my son to.
You try to create suffering and everything in between
But you Forgetting that now you are a guilty criminal indeed.
You walk around in the world with no shame and bold.
For you assume you are the future like those who are as
Horrible as you.
As me and my son trying to Live our lives as usual like you
Do not exist.
But yet you are a harassment speaking of me like as if we
Ever met. You are a nobody like my horrible parents.
Everything you do the world will do unto you not in a good way.
A strong woman I am from all you have done. Not depress,
Not miserable ,nor suicidal, and everything you was expecting. Sorry to disappoint you it's because I am going to destroy you for I am Darkness of Truth.
(fact)
A ex-con goes around trying to act like a cop
Robbing innocents for love and prosperity.
A second chance in life they already have
Now this become they next shame disgrace.
He may not know that I know about his crime I've learned.
For I was a fool after I met him and did not know.
But when it came to questioning every thing was display
To it's fully understanding.
I tell all indeed for I didn't know I was being victimize by a con men with partners.
I've lost a lot of my things and savings indeed.
Rebuilt from that is slow and upsetting.
Of course it's hard to trust anyone after that.
For Everytime I come across a being they keep becoming my worst mistake.
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