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On the news
the language on the vehicles changed
from the ignored alphabets
to those we sort of got:
to ambulanza
then l’ambulance
to ambulance
to ambiwlans
to carbad-eiridinn
to otharcharr
to ours
drumhound Sep 2017
There are two types of people in the world.
People who don’t have enough shoes
and people who…

There is one type of people in the world.
People who don’t have enough shoes.

The poorest people dream
of one pair of shoes-
a right and a left,
a pride to possess.
The not-so-poor-people dream
of two pair of shoes –
one pair for casual,
one pair for dress.

The not-so-poor-
but-not-so-rich people dream
of four pair of shoes-
one black and one brown,
one to walk and one for play.
The not-rich-but-better-off-
than-the-not-poor people dream
of multiple matching shoes-
one for each outfit,
a new pair each day.

The richest people dream
of endless lots of shoes-
two for every outfit
winter, spring, summer and fall,
some that match their pets
and some match nothing at all.

Yes, there is one kind of people in the world.
The kind who love shoes,
and that makes us the same
black, white, yellow or blue.
So, let’s love all people,
people with shoes.
And give shoes to the shoeless
so they can be loved, too.
Atoosa Apr 2017
I am broken
               heart and will

the world is broken
               festering and ill

its systems broken
                pillage and ****

careening out of control
                or standing still

from every side the scream
               answers mine, loud and shrill

I choke on tears that stream
               trying to swallow each bitter pill
when prayers can't even comfort.....when my heart reaches out to children I cannot save.....poetry and prayer.....offerings from my soul....please God help them!

"The world is in great turmoil, and the minds of its people are in a state of utter confusion. We entreat the Almighty that He may graciously illuminate them with the glory of His Justice, and enable them to discover that which will be profitable unto them at all times and under all conditions. He, verily is the All-Possessing, the Most High."     Baha'u'llah  (Baha'i Sacred Writings)
ConnectHook Apr 2017
The unstated part of the One-Party State:
non-compliant masses to liquidate.
Religions and tribes unwelcome to stay,
undesirable dissidents in the way;
when humans are resources—nothing more
selective reduction must even the score.
It’s a soft dictatorship: One-Party Lite
while global nimrods suppress the right
to our freedom of thought, word, deed, and speech;
our freedom to overthrow and impeach.
Stay late as you please. The party goes on
in the United Nations of Babylon.
NaPoWriMo #3

Globalist technoids:
data-drive yourselves to death.
Alex Jones still king.
Ma Cherie Jan 2017
My voice cannot be silenced,
for eons I've been dark,
a fire brought me the poet,
life held,
within a spark,

I've waited in the mountains,
I've drifted in the cloud,
I've divided with the river,
and my voice is pretty loud,

I am the mighty maple,
& I am the tallest cedar,
I've walked among the peoples,
I've stepped out with every leader,

I've soared above with eagle,
I've flown with every flag,
I've died with every soldier,
I came back in every bag,

I am the mighty heavens,
I am the rivers, lakes and streams,
I am in all you ever realize,
I am the wish in every dream,

I am a big ol' waxing moon,
I am in a starlit sky,
I am in every flower bud,
I am the thread in every eye,
I am in every sweet hello,
I'm in every sad goodbye,

I am the from bravest people,
& I am the fearsest one,
I am a savage warrior,
I am the shining sun,

I burn in every fire hot,
as I rage an angry fist,
for those who do not know,
why not?
this life a precious gift,

I've walked a million miles,
been on the valley floor,
I've climbed the highest summit,
& in the depths of hell before,
I've swam the biggest ocean wide,
I swam back to love on shore,
I always share in all I have,
I receive the humble poor,
I'll help with any needs you ask,
with an ever open door,

I ask not that you must like me,
or agree with all I say,
I say respect who is the person first,
I say respect the only way,
I fold my hands to hope that you,
you hear these words I pray,

I pray you show all loving kindness,
stop ignorance and human blindness,

I am me,
I am you,
I am us,
we... are all really the same.

Ma Cherie © 2017
Just reflecting ...felt idk inspired I guess. Thanks for reading poets ❤ from Vermont
Emptiness created by persistent fear,
The mellow heart of little emotional sheer,
Listen to me the brain said,
But the heart was mad,
About that one touch,
The magic touch of sacred hands,
It was difficult to decide,
Who will win the war of existence,
The fear or the love of gradience,
But if it still causes mayhem in oneself,
Then it cant be termed as intelligent radiance,
I became graved once again,
All I have lost yet found everything once again,
The mind told the starbirds,
Be back the home is not far nerds
ConnectHook Nov 2016
Poetry ought to do things right
and document reality
but modern muses lose the fight
celebrating diversity.

Out-doing themselves, our leaders all
legitimize perversity.
Who gave them this satanic call
to demonize normality ?

The Washington nobility
who build a babel here on earth
display a versatility
for showing all their dubious worth.

They can't go One-World fast enough
discounting Christianity.
The matriarchy's mom is tough,
enforcing femininity...

milk of mammalian global beast
(humanist animality)
From Nanny's withered poison breast
infects us biologically;
maintaining infantility.
♥ ⛧ ☭  ⚧ ♥ ✿ ⚢⛧★ ⚥ ♥
not sure about the title on this one...
Pauline Celerio Nov 2016
Just like the wind before it was named,
we were one.
Just like the skies--whether blue, black, or gray,
we were one.
Before time was night and day,
we were one.
And before water became seas, rivers, and lakes,
we were one.
But the colors became powers,
And these differences of ours,
Named the weak and the strong,
and the right and the wrong.
When freedom became property
And feelings became tragedy,
That's when love emerged a warrior,
And time a dictator.
Long were the days when life was like the wind
And the skies, and the day and the night.
And the seas and the rivers and lakes,
One before the reconstructions of time.
Long were the days of the free,
But those days were long gone.
And with every peek of the setting sun,
I remember the time,

When we were one.
ConnectHook Oct 2016
The notion of nations united
gets the globalist liberals excited.
Their party of Babel
is ******'s own rabble
(we're left with the Right uninvited).
One World !
Now the whole earth had one language and the same words. And as people migrated from the east, they found a plain in the land of Shinar and settled there. And they said to one another, “Come, let us make bricks, and burn them thoroughly.” And they had brick for stone, and bitumen for mortar. Then they said, “Come, let us build ourselves a city and a tower with its top in the heavens, and let us make a name for ourselves, lest we be dispersed over the face of the whole earth.” And the Lord came down to see the city and the tower, which the children of man had built. ...   [ Genesis 11:1-32 ]
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