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kevin 1d
deciding is dead, be that too.  empty minds learn begin. failure is a good bet that many people pay for. mostly backwards things disappear. dis respect. big heads get too much time
Develop a mind, die with it all day, all night suffer your self worth something
kevin Mar 18
law is not a feeling nor is crime a civil right
syn is homy
jail is dance class
prison is a behind us place
back in homeroom
i fell too
deciding is dead, be that too.  empty minds learn begin. failure is a good bet that many people pay for. mostly backwards things disappear. dis respect. big heads get too much time
Vampires with flowers
Don't notice me with when
Hero, I came for you, before it sours
Like-wise, with anarchy's cowl, I don't sin...

Happy, is a dire field?
Here is my moon, my first more
Does a ******, increase the yield...?
Naivete; is this moon the beginning of a war?

Woe be a seemly world...
Of the same house of prayer...
As a wholesome lip, that, becomes a cherub
Ask me now, if vampire's share...?

When flowers earn a smile...
A shared essence, a lethal ball
Has rolled and rolled, ruling a while
In front of a noble season, for which I have invented a wall...

With me, there is altogether...
Without me, there is a pride in a rage
Withheld from me, is your kindness to bother
With a bared flower, have I seen patience, age?
What if I told you vampires own a crush of existence,
Francie Lynch Feb 20
When he came after the Canal,
We did nothing.
When he came after the Island,
We did nothing.
When he came after the minerals,
We did nothing.
When he came after women,
We did nothing.
When he came after the Alliance,
We did nothing.
When he came after the Greenery,
We did nothing.
When he came after the children,
We did nothing.
When he came after the North,
We did nothing.
When he came after Liberty,
We did nothing.
When he came after Freedom,
We did nothing.
When he came after Justice,
We did nothing.
When he came after the Sheep,
We did nothing.
When he came after the Truth,
We did nothing.
When he came after Decency,
We did nothing.
When he comes after YOU,
What will they do?
NOTHING!
NOTHING AT ALL.
Archer Feb 19
O Say, can you see
By the bonfire’s cries
What so fearful we strayed
As our kingdom was vain?

Whose broad stripes and bright stars
Ran from perilous fights
O’er to isolation
Were so anxiously leaving?

And the rocket’s red glare
Was a sign we don’t care
Still we gave up the fight
With our flag draping there

O Say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the “free” and the home of the “brave”
I was Alexander the great,
Rolling through Greece conquering.
I was Romeo Montague,
Killed myself over love.
I was Commander Washington,
Blazing through the brits for liberty.
I was me,
Though I left me wondering who I'd be next.
History class is great
Man Feb 13
For any head beneath the crown,
Any hair which the scalp has graced,
Was placed upon there by the Almighty
To give right & honor their divinity
As our King of England, His Majesty.

Long may He reign.

For health & in praise,
We honor our royalty & nobility
And recognize their sovereignty
With zeal & in haste,
We bend the knee happily.

For the success of our kingdom & country,
Who else may we thank?

For our rights & our liberties,
Who else guarantees?

Grateful are we, who share in this hymn,
To have been blessed by the Lord above
For such righteous leadership
And clear-headed soberness.
In the face of our adversaries,
Your strength has never wavered
And your acumen has never wandered.
You have remained ever stalwart,
Always earnest & virtuous.

God-chosen & proven self-evident;
May the sun never set
On you who are worthy.

Long may He reign.
In praise & sincerity.
My father curses at the men in charge,
He tells me they're driving the world into dust,
But doesn't he know,
That we're just not done for yet?

And whether or not they put Coke ads in the sky,
There will never come a day,
When we are too tired to fight for liberty.
I'm born to a new generation of fighters, those prepared to do what it takes to sculpt the world back to it's proper shape.
David Hilburn Jan 22
Awe, sweeter vestige
Few's care at home:
Hellraiser...?
By the more, meld unto done

Angry beginnings
To a rhyme of sate, voices
That have life in its lending
Savagery; do we keep simply, our echoes?

Frequency of a noble God
Six among love, seven might song
Rise, avarice, we see the nod
Of a portent, of a heart, so strong...

Deal me the, care...
Sophistication, in a game of chance?
Set on a mystic table, earning a hasty stare
Meant in our hands, a draw of substance...

For a meagerness
To dry a tear, in a humanity's wish
Spice, suspicion, and ***
Power in the name of salt; we began for liberty, this?

The day the professing came
Worth in the reach of promises, a mayhem of justice, salt
Silence broken but not strong, until a wisdom by same
To me, the mention of a wish in sunshine; is girl altruism?
Asking a woman for a smile during a hungry eyes cry, is a role in a dragon's sigh, good news? go give the mail man, his holiday card...
If you stand strongly with and for Liberty
I will fearlessly join you
If you stand firmly for Freedom
I will cheer the noble gestures of your kingdom
If you stand enthusiastically for Equality
I will ecstatically stand with you too
If you stand for good democracy
I will help you spread the seeds of Love
I will happily clap when the doves are hovering above
If you stand solidly for fair and equal justice
I will help you ring the bells of peace
I will fervently pray for you all the time
I will sporadically listen to the tintinnabulation of the chime
Brothers and sisters, I have tears of hope in my eyes today
Otherwise
My pen is able and ready amidst the fray
And it won’t be so wise
Because I love my fellow human beings, our people
Who are black, red, white, yellow and purple.

P.S. This poem is dedicated to Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., and to our brothers and sisters.
Copyright © January 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
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