Poems

My great grandfather was a Slave

My grandfather was a Native

My grandmother was a Bantu

My mother was a kaffir, Nigga, Negro

Names imposed by shackles

But an Afrakan I am

An identity my forefathers were deprived of

 

An identity I am now polluting with the fumes of cigarettes

In dope I am giving it another face

In ecstasy I am giving it a comical image

My drunken stupor gives it an unstable belonging

My borrowed accent contradicts what it represents

My imitated dress code conceals its beauty

My adopted religion undermines my intellectual prowess

My language deafens my ancestors

My values are valueless

My mind is discriminatory

It repels anything indigenous

Whilst absorbing all that is alien

None can identify with me

Even those I am emulating

Patriotism I reserve for my kind

I look down at my patriots

If I were xenophobic

I could have been my own victim

I pride myself in my slanted inferior education

An education promptly deleting my true history

Ignorance is my custom

I am dreaming dreams my forefathers cannot interpret

I am singing praise songs for my dying culture

I am branding a heritage

I cannot inherit

Knowledge of freedom is embedded in my subconscious

But suppressed by fear

Fear to develop my culture and identity

Fear to be rejected by the world

Fear to be different and still love myself

Yet with no identity I remain

...

TEARS OF THE VALKYRIE

 

Mighty are dragons, flames they do breathe

Long are their talons, with teeth they do cleave

Wings like a storm, the wind they do blow

No fiercer an enemy do angels or men know

Healed in clear waters deep in the well

There Odin’s eye and golden sword fell

Greatest of Battles, with sword he doth fight

Thor without Mjolnir no longer hath flight

Deep in the dragon the flames they do seethe

Heimdall fought bravely, but no dragon is he

The eye now is blinded, strong arm is left lame

Now come the Valkyrie to mourn for the slain

 

Copyrght © 2017

Robert K. Wheeler

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The Fairies’ Tale

 

 

The days are long the nights are mild

The blissful life of a fairy child

They play with fish with birds they sing

Magic they wield on gossamer wings

The forest animals to them do speak

When injured or frightened its fairies they seek

Fairies they sing of Heaven above

Of war long ago and God’s lost love

Soon comes Armageddon at the end of an age

A side they must choose for battle will rage

 

By RK Wheeler

Copyright © 2017

...

THE DEMIGODS

 

There came a battle long ago

When Hera fell to evil foe

Felled by Haydes the stories tell

On the mount where Olympians dwell

Thunder rumbled, lighting flew

Mortals trembled, mountains blew

Stones they tumbled where angels lie

Unlike mortals they never die

Smell of sulfur, blinding smoke

Foretold by Fates wise men wrote

Within the earth Zeus pursued

One-time brother where dragons flew

Like gods they were to mortal men

Long stayed holy but then the sin

Mortal wives Zeus did take

Hero children the unions make

 

By RK Wheeler

Copyright 2018

...

A silent being filled with hate

Crossed oceans in a bitter state.

Spied a scourge in Everglades port,

Contrived a plan—the wicked sort.

The only way to find relief?

Destroy the vicious, heartless thief.

 

Justice was served at dinnertime,

With no one near to see the crime.

The dour man lurched, his fate was sealed,

Disposed at sea—his death concealed.

Though retribution was a need,

It came by way of evil deed.

 

The absent beast was soon dismissed,

Except by the recidivist.

Questions were asked, no clues were chased,

His bags were gone—his name erased.

The nefarious soul remained consumed,

The ship sailed on, routine resumed.

 

Revenge the price for freedom bought,

Arrived in time to stir the plot.

Two doors slammed shut, a blade dropped fast,

Shipmates stood by—their mouths aghast.

A headless corpse bled on the floor,

While villains planned to kill once more.

 

The ship’s crew masked their growing fears,

As mounting deaths slowed moving gears.

From steel-lined lift to ocean deep,

Lives were lost—yet few would weep.

For who could love a blackguard’s heart,

Except a heinous counterpart.

 

The sullen riders sought to blame,

All trapped inside a villain’s game.

Was there a demon on this craft?

Starboard, port, bow—or on the aft?

The ship of fools sailed aimlessly,

While hooded death steered ‘cross the sea. 


—Kaylin McFarren
...

I start this not with thought but with past gestures of intent at times of soft-hearted, fluffy, mind-blowing feelings of love in the years gone by. The ladies of my past will and may always be special to me.

Through the good and trying times over the years and passing of time the grimaces, the anguish, the hurt, the pain, the oh so sweet special touches, and deep-soul loving on a plane (shh) haha, those intertwining passionate moments in time (Wow). So much untold and unforgettable memories of history.

Come into my past world of saved real expressions of feelings to the women I loved, from my heart to theirs and even expressions maybe one or two from the other side…...
Obrero hoy, obrero es
lleva el aroma de Siderca
va ordeñando metales
en futuro para sus hijos.
.
Siente el deber familiar
y también de la comunidad
hoy la injusticia lo rodea
firme va alienando hierro.
.
Es él mi hombre, mi sol
obrero que traba mi corazón
a él van mis versos hoy
Feliz Día Metalúrgico.
.
¡Te amo, Miguel!
.
©Beatriz Valerio
www.beatrizvalerio.com.ar

...

Sitting in deep sorrow, never thought he’d leave.
Never heeded his warnings, didn't listen.

Stay home with me this evening, no, I needed to dance.
Didn't heed his warning, wasn’t listening.

Be with me this evening, a cozy spot I know.
Couldn’t have been a warning, why listen.

I love you he said in every way he could.
How could that be a warning, never listened.

He left for work that morning, the kiss that said goodbye
lasted longer than usual, could have listened.

Got home he was missing, belongings long gone too.
I looked back at the warnings. Should have listened.

Now sitting deep in sorrow no longer wanting to dance.
Wishing we'd shared that cozy spot wanting another chance,

To listen.

...

To and fro

 

A life of rushing to and fro,

Here and there trapped by the clock,

Working hard to get things done

Day in day out without a stop,

Get up late and you’ll miss

The bus, the train, or find you’re stuck

In a traffic jam, you cannot move,

You grit your teeth, you curse your luck,

With seconds wasted, minutes gone,

You ask yourself the reason why

It wouldn’t be better to opt right out

And just sit and watch the world go by.


From Entertaining Verse Poems        

©Blair Gowrie (Roderick Macdonald)

http://www.macdonrod.com/EntertainingVersePoems.htm        

 

...

There's a space

in my chest

where I feel

the absence of

my heart - that was torn out

by you.


The space is small

and insignificant;

trivial,

worthless;

like my feelings were

to you.


It wasn't always like that;

my heart.

It was big once...

big,

and full of love

for you.


Until that day,

when I saw

the truth

behind the lies

that were a part

of you.


Now I know

I was nothing more

than a puppet

to the devil

residing

in you.



Copyright by C. J. Spammer - 29 March 2017


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Digital Destiny


Life is a cell phone

On automatic dial

Language is the tombstone

Ideas are a smile


Social media popular

Invisible people are fraught

Become a cyber star

Society of virtual thought


My car to drive itself

I’m free to inebriate

Protection from each other

Safety’s new blind date


Medical microchip 

Embedded under my skin

Sailing inside my ship

Determining next of kin


Evolving technology

Redesigning my life

Survival is an adaptor

With my computer wife


Amazing maid and cook

She never acts with spite

Attractive shiny look

In libido’s moonlight


©lee johnson


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Our Eternal Soul


Biological entity

Life force beyond the self

Boasting its own identity

Reality on the shelf


Soul of life’s meaning

Of all my other pasts

Historical collection

Ancestral wisdom recast


Surfing your timeless esprit

Am I parcel of you

Or are you parcel of me

And are we truly free? 


Shapeless plasma form

You are an energy ghost

Anguish or brainstorm

Glad you’re my current host


There is no coffin to fear

Since soul lives beyond

And travels in a sphere

Until its time to spawn


Dream of eternal appeal

Dance and laugh with death

Feeling alive and surreal

Past my final breath


©lee johnson

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 College Daughter 


When you first departed

My heart was full of pride

Your talking eyes are thrilled

Happiness of a bride


Ascendancy is laughter

College jumps a stride

Time to be the rafters

And throw the past aside


Now my thoughts collide

Your image is my mind

Stretching to smile inside

Yet feelings twist behind


To welcome another phase

My gut turned upside down

Missing your spirited ways

Memories tease my frown


When I start to dine

You’re sitting across from me

Emptiness looking to find

I imagine you perfectly


So nice of you to chat

Silence to those less free

Elated we are together 

Breathing vicariously


©lee johnson 

...

All I ever knew is rejection in my life.

The complexion of tar imprinting a permanent scar of strife.

A Scarlett letter of a dark color, treated like a stain.

Wanting society to treat me fair, though all I get is pain.

Mama never liked me because I didn’t fit the mold.

I can’t control who I am, and I refuse to quiet my bold.

For it is the shield of armor against a world complacent in hate.

Be it home life, work life or love life – it seems to be my fate.

That no matter how hard I push myself, I hardly get too far.

When everyone around you wants to tell you who you are.

What you’ll never be – places you’ll never see. A caged bird it feels I am.

I’m simply screaming to the world, ‘just let me be! got damn!’

I’m not trying to hurt nobody, though plenty have hurt me.

When I gave my love to a phony tony, my heart was stolen – lock & key.

Showing me no mercy through the journey of his loveless game of chess.

Playing on my emotions in the guise of devotion, he showed me hate the best.

Dressed up as love in its purest and most sincere form, initially…

Eventually placidly yet drastically, I felt myself drowning in toxicity.

It took me three agonizing years before I found my exit route

Wheeling away the remainder of my feelings in an empty brouette.

In my departure, he didn’t neglect to remind me of my flaws

Too dark! Too strong! Too eccentric. For every effect, I was the cause.

Of why he wouldn’t and couldn’t, stand tall, deep in love with me.

This is the story of my life – Oh what a tragedy….

Maybe one day soon I hope, I’ll be more than just a stain

Dark and lovely forever defines me, as I long for fortune and gain! 

...
THE FUTURE WORLD DESCRIBED BY DANIEL [Daniel Chapter 2]


Nebuchadnezzar had a dream which he was unable to cipher,
A statue with a head made of fine gold, with chest and arms of silver.
Belly and thighs of bronze and legs of iron displayed,
Its feet combined of iron and clay had Nebuchadnezzar amazed.


A mighty rock smashed the statue’s feet causing it to sway
And after shattering it to bits the wind blew the bits away.
The rock covered the earth and Nebuchadnezzar awoke 
He pondered on this dream and his thoughts were provoked.


Magicians, enchanters, sorcerers and astrologers were consulted.
But all scratched their heads and Nebuchadnezzar felt insulted.
Because the meaning of this dream was beyond their imagination 
And Nebuchadnezzar felt mad and ordered their execution.


But Daniel a captive from Judah offered an explanation,
That brought Nebuchadnezzar great jubilation.
Daniel said that Nebuchadnezzar was the head of gold
His kingdom was strong and he would be bold. 

But after his kingdom had reached its end.
An inferior one would rule again.
And yet another would rise after the second had fallen.
A kingdom of bronze would be the third to have risen.


Following that kingdom, there would be a fourth, strong as iron,
That kingdom would crush previous empires.
It would be divided however as clay and iron cannot mix,
But the kingdom of God would rise in its midst.

The kingdom of God will be as solid as a rock.
No one can crush it, whoever tries will be out of luck.
The dream was true and its meaning was certain.
The kingdom of God would stand forever unending” 
...

I am stronger than anyone’s opinion of me could ever be

I am strong because I believe in me.

I am stronger than anything that can clearly be seen

My strong is quiet. My strong lives within me

I am strong because of the obstacles that I have faced

I am stronger than I was yesterday

I have faith in my dreams, and I am strong enough to face them

I may stumble. I may fall. But always shall I persevere and attain them

Through strength, love and guidance from the Heaven above

Always, shall I always, be stronger than I was

I am strong! I am proud! And I love the skin I’m in

I speak my strength into existence, and that is where it begins.

(c) 2016 ~Jenaha~ 

http://www.lulu.com/shop/jnaha/poetry-pieces-of-peace/ebook/product-23083820.html

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when impossibilities

yield lives without reason,

God will find an

opportunity;



and turns clocks’ hands askew

to filter time;

doves perch precarious

on branches hung for trees;



a force steers bullets’ paths

when they strafe to spray;

death’s bones are lined

with marrow that says



life’s moments are altered

to spin history,

and find heels that

bruise so He might see;



it selects weary saints,

those who surmise

the helpless abused

martyrs He can spare;



hands drag the oceans, they

find fields where death lives;

like trains that stop

can jolt suns to rise;



in doldrums plaintive

angels fear to sing;

a whispered call

steers the albatross

to feed the dying;





it upsets man’s plan,

it brings mustard stains;

it plants the seeds in minds

and trains eyes too blind

to see pockets in the sun;



the weakest link barbs

wire that fences shake—

so meek voices matter

when grounds begin to quake



God picks randomly,

and ticks timelessly,

it weaves tapestries

from the silk caskets

worms can never find.



...

You’re trying your best to hide your bruises.

He slaps you around and says that you’re useless.

You’re starting to believe that maybe it’s true.

He doesn’t appreciate anything you do.

 

Make-up hides bruises but not the pain.

There’s little sunshine and lots of rain.

It’s like you’re on a roller coaster ride.

With Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde.

 

Love should never include pain.

But for you he has so much disdain.

You say it’s hard for you to get out.

Could it be yourself who you really doubt?


Being beat by him is not amusing.

He tells you he loves you but it’s you he’s confusing.

Everyone wonders why you keep on staying.

You’ll get out safely we’re hoping and praying.

 

He keeps getting worse and acting real strange.

When will you realize he’s not going to change?

The verbal abuse is just as bad.

It tears you down and keeps you sad.

 

It makes you feel like less than a lady.

And sometimes it even makes you feel crazy.

What he did to you was assault and battery.

You keep on saying, “Oh he’s just mad at me.”

 

You keep on believing that it’s your fault.

And you keep on taking his assault.

The police come so often your home is their substation.

You never press charges so it causes frustration.

 

Sad thing is he too was a victim.

But I refuse to make excuses for him.

Just take a look at your face in the mirror.

Old bruises new bruises but it never gets clearer.

 

Sometimes he treats you like you’re a Queen.

But what about the times he’s just plain mean?

You long for the times he treats you right.

You’re hoping and praying for another good night.

 

Please get out of this for heaven’s sake.

If you don’t you’re making a big mistake.

When all is said and done it’s your decision.

Getting out should be your primary mission.

 

You thought he was the best man in the world.

But you made a mistake so move on girl!

...

The Awakening

Ceremonial dress of rushing haze

bellows out its stupor into the mirror's reflection

she stood unclothed and complete

sheathed in the sleek dampness

the haziness implores an awakening

blaring at the eye's insight

thrilling, at an opening door

to see through the cleansing

scattering to catch the opening light!

the meeting of an unclothed self!

copyright, 2013

...
Not the fire, nor the sun, can warm this cold
As I watch the thawing snow... 
I feel your love surround me 
Like an aching, burning glow... 

What is it about you that moves me? 
What kind of magic do you weave? 
Wrapped in your soothing shadow…
My weary soul finds reprieve... 

- Copyright 2015 Eeva Lancaster 
www.eevalancaster.com





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My great grandfather was a Slave

My grandfather was a Native

My grandmother was a Bantu

My mother was a kaffir, Nigga, Negro

Names imposed by shackles

But an Afrakan I am

An identity my forefathers were deprived of

 

An identity I am now polluting with the fumes of cigarettes

In dope I am giving it another face

In ecstasy I am giving it a comical image

My drunken stupor gives it an unstable belonging

My borrowed accent contradicts what it represents

My imitated dress code conceals its beauty

My adopted religion undermines my intellectual prowess

My language deafens my ancestors

My values are valueless

My mind is discriminatory

It repels anything indigenous

Whilst absorbing all that is alien

None can identify with me

Even those I am emulating

Patriotism I reserve for my kind

I look down at my patriots

If I were xenophobic

I could have been my own victim

I pride myself in my slanted inferior education

An education promptly deleting my true history

Ignorance is my custom

I am dreaming dreams my forefathers cannot interpret

I am singing praise songs for my dying culture

I am branding a heritage

I cannot inherit

Knowledge of freedom is embedded in my subconscious

But suppressed by fear

Fear to develop my culture and identity

Fear to be rejected by the world

Fear to be different and still love myself

Yet with no identity I remain

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