Hopeless pull
like water fall
she walks with silk and breaths airs milk
I fell for her as words fell over
her mind like knives and quick like spoken
words less said shes here she's wed
I fell for her as words fell over
Her body pulsed
I fell all spoken.
Human culture’s based on lies
So is the civilization
But I eat those homemade pies
One’s debunk and lamentations
I don’t need as well as others
Poor solaces, well spoken
Anyway I’m not their brother
Fine that brotherhood is broken
We’re supposed to take what’s real
But I don’t feel that I must
To discern my little deal
Try a magnifying glass
But I doubt if it’s worth
Any effort, so it’s clear
We are guests upon this earth
And the host is nowhere near.
As is in heaven, so is on earth;
Democracy never went well for the foreigner on earth.
That serpent of old, well spoken in scripture,
Master of lies, deceiver and breaker of structure.
Democracy had him fall like lightning from heaven,
Absolute monarchy - sole authority in heaven.
Democracy - a system prone to fracture and strain,
Easily swayed, easily broken, again and again.
Highly preached, yet rooted in questionable feature,
Could it stem from that same old antagonistic creature?
A promising path, yet followed in blur,
Embraced without clarity of what truly occurs.
Democracy for Africa; a flame on the pyre,
A truth we desire; not an imposed attire.
Clearly not born from within; pressed from without,
A system we follow, yet scarcely about.
Democracy is not for all under earth,
Hereditary rule; the glory of empire’s birth.
As is in heaven, unbroken in worth,
So power stands whole; as is in heaven, so on earth.
disappointment whispering at every corner
pride is not a voice in your soul
no longer a girl
only a voice
a voice
only
no
yelling at me to "just do it"
it's not that simple
it's not that easy
it seems that
no matter
how hard
I try
it's never enough
it will never be
never enough
for anyone
no matter
I'm fine
everything is fine
but it's not
it's not
fine
its
not just ok
it's hard
every
time
it gets harder
but
you don't see
and you never will
every action seems pointless
every word well-spoken goes unheard
unrewarded
every time
the light
unseen
my voice
unheard
The difference between poetry, prose
and prayer lies in the written form...
The similarity is present
when love and faith are present...
Poetry truly exists when:
It is written,
it is inscribed,
it serves:
In equality,
honesty,
integrity,
humanity,
spirituality,
evolution, and truth
in the service of God...!
God wants poetry
to be a harmonious bridge
between the physical and the spiritual,
between today and tomorrow.
the key link in evolution...!
Every well-spoken word,
when written with love,
is poetry...!
In a fervent,
fragrant, loving home...
poetry makes its home,
a poet owns it!
Poetry is not a trivial hobby,
it is, indeed, elegant and noble,
a lifestyle...!
I write poetry
because we are partners,
loyal companions...
I make it, it makes me...!
Let's hear it for the black man with his beautiful brown skin
His struggle don't show.Oh, the way that melanated skin glows
Vanilla caramel latte toffee deep dark brown chocolate, cinnamon coffee
So strong and powerful brute and brave
Born to be royalty Never a slave
Let's hear it for the black man.Others don't know no better
Built to perfection down to the letter
It's just something about them that can't be missed
There's power in their knowledge, not only their fists
Let's hear it for the black man.They've been through a lot
Making mountains out of molehills Building mansions from a cot
Lifting up his queen always there for protection
Flawless, in my eyes, there's no need for discussion
Reppin his set
Raised out of violence
Beaten and abuse yet his voice can't be silenced
He's a powerful force and he evokes fear
Without the black man, Noone would be here
Let's hear it for the black man cause he can't be broken
Straight out the projects or very well spoken
Resilienceny can't be missed
And when he realizes his potential
Mannnnn, let's hear it for the black man
...Well-spoken liars in a suit,
lawyers look like saints next to them,
the only constant that we know
is they will lie to us again.
Betrayed the trust we placed in them
to make propaganda and swill,
reporters are a plague on man,
so yes, treat these scumbags like filth.
I was going on a blind date, hoping it would be fate. I heard him before I saw him,I wasn’t sure what it was he said but it meant a lot to me.
Just to hear his voice made him seem so hot to me. Dark manly voice and well spoken, surely my heart would not end up broken?
He was suddenly right in front of the restarant table, surely he would be able to give me something ore than just his voice to go on pretty soon. Maby we would end up in a distant future in our honey moon. He startet to speak again and then I did not recognice his voice!
It must have been some other person in the resturant that made me fell in love with only ther voice? Well, the date went grate, must have beenfate. We soon married and had a child.
My husband had a friend come over one day we were going out to eat. That's when I felt defeat, I suddenly heard that voice again!
It was my husands best friend who came to babysit for us. Ohhh, the irony that he still gave me shaking in my knees and butterflies in my belly. Oh god, I wish I had not turned aroud to see that his best friend was just a dark voiced woman! That was the weirdest thing ever, I asure I did not feel rather clever...
We Live In The Future
By David N. Donihue
You want me more drunk than I’m willing
More bothered than is me
Throwing punches at preachers
post-Xanax spree
Yet we live in the future
Where peasants turn king
The voices of zeros
Heard by millions with ease
We live in the future
No one watches tv
Our outer reflects our inners
So all poets now rock bling
You might catch us all broken
Yet we are not what you see
Unlike the well-spoken villains
Who once ruled the blue-lined sheets
We live in the future
Where only hearts beat machines
Our spirits colliding
into dreams we’ve never seen
We dance in the wake of depression forgotten
Shun brokers of shame
Blockades to our peace
Our words are still valid,
Even when joyous and sweet
We live in the future
Where only hearts beat machines
So please rest assured
All poets now rock bling
•••
© copyright David Donihue 2023
To the people of Georgia –
You have one more chance
To make your vote count
And not looked at askance.
The opponents, as different
As two men can be,
Want to serve in the Senate,
But each nominee
Has some assets and flaws
So you have to decide
Who will serve you the best
And is most qualified.
There’s a football star with no
Political sense
Who believes that his actions
Have no consequence.
There is also a pastor,
Well-spoken, who fights
To ensure his constituents
Have equal rights.
Though it seems a no-brainer,
The voters are split
But I urge all in Georgia
To think and commit
To the candidate who
Will continue to strive
To keep hope in our country
And freedom alive.
I talked to a ghost
he was very well-spoken
and smarter than most
Listen! Do you hear lost voices of reason?
They are distinct sounds dimly perceived,
Mingling among a cacophony of mindless
Ideas and thinly disguised platitudes.
Some are out-and-out misrepresentations
Sounding like virtuous words well-spoken,
But are a phony patter passing for truth.
Who can tell what is truth ‘midst clamor?
HONORABLE MENTION
written September 19, 2021
"8 Only" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Astaria on All Poetry
September 26, 2021
Well- spoken people are
widely admired and they
win the hearts of people.
Wise and worthy deserve
wealth and fame in their lives.
Witty make other's life
wonderful with wisecracks.
Pleiades W Poetry Contest
Syllable count: HS
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
Date: 09-05-2021.
Placed : 2nd
My favorite President is Barack Obama
the 44th US President . . .
the first African-American elected
he always stood strong and diplomatic
with his beautiful wife Michelle Obama
at his side . . .
he is a lawyer, an author, a politician
always well spoken, kind and gentle
loved all over the world . . .
as president he inherited recession and two war
"I am not opposed to war, I'm opposed to dumb wars"
one thing I remember most of all he accomplished
is the death of bin Laden . . .
he knew how to flex his presidential power when needed
his two terms were an inspiration -
"I will guarantee you, we will move this country forward"
and still I love to hear him speak . . .
in that powerful, strong pleasant voice
_______________________
January 10, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/Barack Obama
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1319-969-10
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, YOUR
FAVORITE PRESIDENT (President's Day Project)
sponsor, L MILTON HANKINS. Judged 02/21/2021
Seventh Place
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