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Damned I-Be Poem
ON SELF-WILL
We live with the possibility to get angry,
distressed or displeased.
Being yourself provide these negative emotions to enhance;
Sharing is part of living!
One can choose not to get upset about every single confrontation.
Anxiety,
depression,
sadness and stress
result in personal perverse health.
These emotions activate bad reactions in the body,
leading to arousal and a weak character.
In life,
there are always dark days.
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I seek a better life far beyond depression
My mental state needs to be repaired
Along with it, I need compensation for being born;
I did not ask for it.
Till then shall love be but my peace of mind?
I would like to believe it will
Doubts creep in and stay for a long time
Why do they torment me?
My difficulties meet with every minute that passes by
There are no cures, so I think
They are the conflicts created a long time ago
They haunt me still.
Having seized my doomed life from the grave
Not knowing the reason why when I’m so keen to exit
That’s what happens with a confused mind
Loving on edge all the time.
Most of the tears will be found wanting
Having no cause for being morbid
What has been created cannot be undone
I only can utter this is life…..
When the sound of unwholesomeness I hear
There’s no need to listen to the heart
It has been conquered mediocrity
I can do nothing about it.
Within the boundaries of loving there’s a heart
Functioning in a way the mind dictates
For with it, fantasies are created
As I am consumed by it.
Being happy in a family surroundings
Having all that I need and more
Alongside sexual fulfilment
To wake up in repulsion!
When I’m living behind prison bars I am broken
In need to escape and quickly as possible
What freedom will I find?
If I free myself after all.
If the revitalized body assumes emotions again
Keeping the mind and heart abreast of love
There will be hope, I think
Or even a waiting hell.
To the end of life itself,
Being so murky and disproportionate
Would I want to be revived?
Would I want to go through it again?
Reconciled by these thoughts
Cognitive contents have opened compassion’s gates
I wonder if I should accept them
Trying to go along with it.
In justification through my beliefs
I should know my transgressions are many
To be forgiven I shall not know
The past roads were wide and weary…..
Can I cry for lost time now departed?
It is a different country from the past;
I cannot live there anymore
I cannot love here now, also!
To call for exasperated mind and the unadorned heart
Where the spirit is weak and possessed
There is no possibility of a return
Except if sanity can be restored.
Consequential grief is not prescribed
It waits for an overall doom
It shall blacken my life
So be it!
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Blemished
She lives with dishonour;
Besmirched
With hate, she’s surrounded
Broken-down
Her fate was thrown into darkness.
She is the mother of evil
A scum-bag of a woman
A lowlife
A rotter
She deserves death;
An eye for an eye.
In response to the mother who abused and starved her one-year-old son until he suffered a ‘horrific’ death, then sobbed about it on Facebook.
Tonika Willoughby, 28, is said to have inflicted appalling and ultimately fatal cruelty on her toddler over an extended period of time, which culminated in his death at her home in Labadieville, Louisiana, on November 9. 2020
A Facebook page that appears to belong to Willoughby
She posted: ‘November 09, 2020, is.
Da worst day of mah life,’ on the day of the toddler’s death.
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INTO AN ENDLESS AND SINGLE DAY
Uninterrupted torment,
for the unfortunate ones,
like me,
to suffer as always,
the craving is so strong,
consistently,
trying to find us an explainable excuse to submit,
constantly giving us shakes and stress,
continually without giving up,
makes us sweat,
cause we are eternally addicted.
forever.
An everlasting torment,
for all time to come,
invariably,
we succumb to it,
as usual, we go into perpetual oblivion,
we keep repeating the same mistake,
over and over again,
because we are weak,
we are human beings,
unceasing our addiction,
which we acquired innocently or purposely,
without exception,
the power of the craving stays with us.
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It was a compulsive decision
critical in its form
difficult to understand
while exacting some of the truth.
my exhausting mid
became hard to comprehend.
Thoughts pressed and developed
I strictly forbid to except
I became stringent
stress turned burdensome
I was living a tough life.
Troublesome I became
trying to achieve the impossible
mornings became nagging
nights were wearing.
Waking up felt irritating
clamorous
but imperative
I fussed about everything
in a grievous situation like this
I tried to be domineering
appealing
but I became repetitive
oppressive
always complaining
and nothing was important.
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Engaging in a contest to place at least,
Challenging the mind for inspiration;
The muse came and the poem completed,
Entered into a contest waiting for summation.
The entries all in the deadline closed,
The judge takes time to ponder about;
Though in his mind the winner is chosen,
A good friend of his/her will clean out.
Scratch my back and I scratch yours,
The motto fits appropriately here;
Does it matter how the poem reads?
Even if the best poem was by Shakespeare.
You Receive a comment you won first place,
So glad you won because it was about mothers;
Quickly you go and check the results,
Only the find you shared first place with 35 others.
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ON SEARCHING
The joys of passion growth
On dove’s wings of purity;
United to please and serenity
For one heart, one mind and both.
Though divided by physical means,
The male in me yearns for her;
The solemn passion so it seems
Her female body is draped in myrrh.
As long to see that blissful face
And extent a chamber of desire;
To search and find, end of my chase
For she’s exquisite on unswerving fire.
Impatiently I ask not for commitment,
Only for intimacy without embarrassment.
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In a carpenter’s house, in a wife’s home
In blessed Nazareth, born was the Saviour;
By Mary, a virgin, daughter of Anne
Engaged to Joseph, a man of good behaviour.
Conceived miraculously by the Holy Spirit
Poor Joseph was not at all pleased,
In a dream, God told of his mission
Suddenly his evil thoughts had seized.
A few days later, Mary went to visit Elizabeth
Who also informed Mary of her inner host;
Within Mary’s womb, the baby moved
Her cousin felt the spirit of the Holy Ghost.
Mary’s with heart and mind praised the Lord
Her face was delighted with her son Jesus
From then on, all people continued to rejoice
God kept his word as he did with Moses.
The Roman Emperor called for an immediate census
Joseph with Mary on a donkey they’ve journeyed;
The time had come for her to have the child
While the Saviour to born in a stable was guaranteed.
Three rulers from the Orient visited the stable
Entering with haste presented their offerings,
With gold, frankincense and myrrh
Glorifying the child in the stable were three kings.
They had to escape because of jealous Herod
Terrible things happened those days in Bethlehem,
Heard all over was the grieving mothers weeping
Their newborn babies were slaughtered in front of them.
There was Simeon, a god-fearing man
Who wanted Israel to be a nation;
The child proudly held in his hands.
“ With my own eyes, I see salvation!”
After the death of King Herod
The holy family left the scene
What the prophets foretold came true
The Messiah is called the Nazarene.
Nativity New Poems Poetry Contest
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BIRDS
chirping birds
on an oak tree
in the longest day
BUTTERFLY
a common butterfly feasting on a flower
it is the last supper
times up
FATIMA
shepherd children
a vision of an angel
fact or fiction
CAT
a cat
sleeps anywhere and everywhere
not fussy
CRICKETS
silence reigns continuously
except for the crickets
chirping
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STORM
thunder clashes
a deluge of rain follows
no birds tweeting
MARCH ON
the bugle’s first post
soldiers on parade
heavy footsteps
CIVIL WAR
guns in abundance
the clock is ticking fast
stalemate
SUSPENSE
atmospheric music
there’s a muffled scream
glass shattering
SNOWSTORM
heavy snow falling
all quiet on the outside
fire crackles
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