Having the peaceful right
On a clear night
Hearing tranquil sounds
Watching the twinkling lights downtown
Not expecting any interruption
From deceitful local corruption
But to my surprise
Someone’s undermined lies
While sitting alone
There was a drone
Flying around
Taking pictures of the ground
As it buzzed
Doing what it does
I stayed still
Could it fire and kill?
After a few seconds
Of doing checking
Seeing nothing there
And I was scared
It did have a heart
And a war it did not start
You see, it is not all right
On a clear night
To bother someone alone
With an invading drone
In fact
It is classified as an attack
Beckoning the response “take that
you neighborly nosey brat”
Our pleasure is political
Our presence anarchy
Our smile a rebellion
Our hair A revolution
Our blood our fire
Our blackness A force to be reckoned with
Our joy to them is a declaration of war
Our resilience an act of political warfare
Our resilience a threat to the system of oppression they built
They don't like when we take back control
Then turn it into freedom
Their existence is threatened
By how we embrace our blackness
They can't handle when we love
Being black
Because its something they can't
Have
Be
Or steal
No matter how hard they try
Their envy betrays them
Every time they oppress us
Kill us
Target us
When they discriminate us
They know the only way they can feel superior
Is by trying to make us feel inferior
That's Our power
Joy and laughter
1946 United States authorities
chose to exercise freedom of choice
and forcibly relocated 167 Marshall islanders
King Juda he agreed as their voice
from Bikini Atoll east to Rongerik
a small island which adequate resources lacked
with the promise they would return
so much for the U.S. Right of Freedom Act
and with little regard to radiation or fallout
the beautiful coral lagoon's sad fate
was a nuclear weapon testing site
twenty-three tests in all 'til 1958
but scientists miscalculated
a dry-fuel thermonuclear bomb they blew
I tried to take something off your plate,
That was a huge mistake.
Honestly, sorry for what I ate,
Now there is no way to replace.
Trying to find a compromise,
I honestly want to apologize.
Truthfully, can’t decide,
Do I deserve to die?
The whole time, I was just along for the ride.
Got me staring at the sky
Questioning is my brain working fine,
I tried to brush it to the side,
But now it doesn’t want to hide.
Maybe it was the wrong place, wrong time.
Did I learn my lesson?
Well now I’m second-guessing
I just want to know what’s the message.
Honestly why am I stressing,
Hoping for a blessing,
Steady checking
When I didn’t even have the weapon.
Not one thought of aggressing
Is it time for me to do some reassessing?
Or will I just be regressing?
I sit here with the truth oppressed,
Wearing guilt across my chest
In this silence I’m a mess
All I wanted to do was my best.
Does the low processing power of our brain,
which fragments rather than cognising the whole,
impose upon consciousness a needless strain,
because we’ve assigned mind a prominent role,
though it can feel not pitter-patter of rain
and most certainly not, the light of our soul?
Choose your weapon, exulted God from heaven;
the wise invoke grace through our chakras seven.
Every touch at the edge of the sword,
Cuts through skin and cuts through words.
The delicate sliver, plated on the sides,
To decorate and embellish the sharp glide.
As beautiful as night,
Astonishing many mortal breaths.
The sword can determine, life or death.
They say words shouldn’t hurt,
but mine are crafted,
a perfect match for the tender places
you believe no one notices.
I don’t need to throw punches;
the right words can strike
with more force than a blow.
The best part?
I can smile afterward,
clean hands, no marks,
just your pride,
folded like a flimsy chair
at a backyard wedding.
pure justice … blind ...
balanced… impartial... swift… fair...
~ relies on the sword
mind does not know
yet heart’s glowing
let’s go with love
The wagging tongue, a weapon is,
when vengeful words like arrows whizz.
They pierce the heart and wound the soul,
No surgeon's stitch can heal the hole.
Sharp words can wound and cut like a sword,
and make one feel like they have been gored.
What harm is done by spiteful speech,
When weapon words their target reach.
Like sparks that kindle forest fires,
are words that leave the lips of liars.
They betray trust and sear the soul,
leaving scars that are black as coal.
The tongue is a source of death or life,
So do not use it like a knife.
Make it your goal to praise and bless,
with every phrase your lips express.
If the tiny tongue you do not tame
It will rule your life and bring you shame.
Like the small rudder which steers a ship,
Your wagging tongue will make you trip.
The most effective weapon
Against Donald Trump
Is to mock him.
Calling him
The biggest loser
The biggest conman
Of them all.
And senile
Washed old dotard
Way past his sell
By date.
I noticed whilst walking up and down the thing
What's going on here I thought
I had been given a middle seat
In what I consider to be the worst flight I have ever experienced
The two passengers either side of me were trolling
Ghosting me
Two Count Drunkulas in the dark
I got up and sat in one of the flight attendant's seats
I needed leg room and the final frontier
I needed me, myself and rock star parking
Like a suicidal cop
The window seat bloke started shaving
A nudge war after landing to hurry it up
As he was gagging for a cigarette
I was so mentally fatigued
Cream crackered and shagged
That I forgot to make this poem a calligram
As was originally intended
You know, in the shape of the fuselage
Oh what genius
I told friends
They asked what other films were available on the flight
Lethal Weapon 2 I replied
I have a secret weapon Leprechaun Larry said.
We thought he was odd, a bit tiny in his head.
It will get me the magic secret to the pot of gold.
His claims were abrasive, rude, impolite and cold.
What is his secret? I wondered to my cousin Mug.
I think it is that he has a pet, a rare kind of ladybug.
Ladybug was not talking, so we followed him about.
Until Leprechaun Larry began to grouse and pout.
If I show you my secret weapon, I will lose power.
He said this to us in the middle of an April Shower.
I have to get stoked up and ready for March again.
We finally left him alone, because he is our kin.
War without weapon
=================
War takes place with
The help of weapons,
Weapons win or fighters win.
God alone knows.
Can a fight take place
Without weapons?
Yes, fights do take place
Without weapons.
The weapon is your mouth.
At times the words
Come out of your mouth
Are more painful than the
Wounds created by swords.
Sharp weapon is nothing Compared to sharp mouth.
The wound created by a weapon can be healed.
But not the pain created by words.
Words and swords
Hardly any difference
Except the 's' in front of sword
Both are capable of the same job, hurting people
Also, both words and swords
Can help people in their own way and style.
Good and comforting words
Are a great solace to humans.
Similarly, swords can be used
For useful cuttings
War without weapon
=================
War takes place with
The help of weapons,
Weapons win or fighters win.
God alone knows.
Can a fight take place
Without weapons?
Yes, fights do take place
Without weapons.
The weapon is your mouth.
At times the words
Come out of your mouth
Are more painful than the
Wounds created by swords.
Sharp weapon is nothing Compared to sharp mouth.
The wound created by a weapon can be healed.
But not the pain created by words.
Words and swords
Hardly any difference
Except the 's' in front of sword
Both are capable of the same job, hurting people
Also, both words and swords
Can help people in their own way and style.
Good and comforting words
Are a great solace to humans.
Similarly, swords can be used
For useful cuttings
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