#george
History likes its heroes armed,
boots heavy with intention,
but sometimes survival arrives
carried in a basket.
She walked the cold road
not toward glory
but toward hunger,
toward men who did not know
how to eat what would save them.
White corn is not mercy
if taken without knowledge.
Raw, it sickens.
Prepared, it sustains.
She understood the difference,
and that understanding mattered more
than allegiance or flag.
While winter tightened its grip on Valley Forge,
she taught patience to starving soldiers,
showed them how food becomes nourishment
only when handled with respect.
This, too, is strategy.
This, too, is courage.
The coin will show her offering corn,
a simple gesture made permanent in metal.
But the deeper imprint
was already made in bodies warmed,
in lives that lasted long enough
to remember her name
and forget the cost paid by her people.
She was not promised a future in return.
Her nation lost land,
lost kin,
lost safety.
Allies do not always survive the victory.
Still, she walked.
Still, she carried.
Still, she taught.
Let history say this clearly:
the country was not only forged by muskets,
but by a woman who knew
that compassion, correctly applied,
can change the outcome of a war.
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 9:29 AM UTC
In dreams, she floats on rivers made of light,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
A girl with eyes like kaleidoscopes,
She wanders through a land of cellophane flowers,
Where colours blend and dance in harmony.
The sun, a golden orb, smiles down on her,
As rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies.
She drifts past fields of towering blooms,
Their petals whispering secrets to the wind.
In this surreal world, time stands still,
And newspaper taxis wait by the shore,
To carry her to realms unknown and vast,
Where imagination reigns supreme and free.
Lucy, in the sky with diamonds bright,
A symbol of the wonder in our minds,
She guides us through the labyrinth of dreams,
Where every turn reveals a new delight.
Sep 17, 2024
Sep 17, 2024 at 11:35 AM UTC
I sat on top of the world; everyone knew my name
Now I try to find my way back, all I know is shame
My cars; crashed into parties, everyone wanted to be in my fancy wear
Why didn’t I look up investing and insuring; now I don’t mind if its rag, please just give me something to wear
My name was held in high esteem, white line called to me from Whitney’s rear
She never came back for me, but watched as I derail
Day and Night, I looked up to Whiskey, it became my religion
Now at the altar in search of salvation from the true religion
♚
Kunbi Dia
Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 6:56 PM UTC
George Merle had to take a trip to Calgary for a medical assessment at the bidding of his union. He had to be there June 24th at 9:00 a.m. to se a Dr. Paul Darlington. George was apprehensive to say the least.
George made a booking at a motel close to the clinic. He also made a booking to fly from Regina to Calgary the evening of the 23rd.
He arrived in Calgary and took a cab to the motel near the clinic. He made himself comfortable in his room and tuned on the T.V. Around 10:00 p.m. the evening began to drag and things were getting pretty boring.
He left the comfort of his room and went out into the cool crisp night air for a stroll. He passed an all night tavern. He went in, sat down and ordered a coke.
Inside the dimly lit tavern he met a man whose name was Blakie. Blakie was dressed in, you guessed it, black. he had a full black bear, wore a black leather jacket, and a black New Jersey Devil's peaked cap.
Blackie told George a few food jokes and they became fast friends. Blackie said he was from the Mission down the street, also they would go there later for a bite to eat. He then ordered George a drink.
When the drink arrived Blackie paid for it. George sipped the drink, it tasted good so he drank it down. The affect the drink had on him was devastating. The music became deafening, the room spun, strove lights flashed all around him. Blackie suggested the go outside for some fresh air.
Once outside, George stumbled in the street. Blackie grabbed him, kept him from hitting the ground, but at the same time surreptitiously stole his wallet. They stumbled down the street to a poorly lit doorway that read Mission of Lost Souls.
They reached a plateau and a door that said Belfry. He had the dry heaves then opened the door. The door to the belfry creaked open. His eyes took a minute to adjust to the light of the moon. There was a huge raven sitting, staring at him atop a 4x4 crosspiece that supported the bell.
Then an eerie voice that seemed to come from nowhere said, "What is your name, why have you come here?"
"My name is George, I have come to find a better way of life."
The raven began to caw loudly as if laughing at him. It flapped its wings and took off. It flew wildly right through one of the stained glass windows. There was a loud crash and scream that cried, "You will forget?"
Once again the eerie voice said, "What is your name, why have you come here?" He could not remember his own name. He was completely perplexed and mumbled, "I don't know.
He returned to the Mission of Lost Souls and thereafter became known as "Ralph." The Mission of Lost Souls had claimed its 617th victim, George Merle never made it to his appointment with Dr. Paul Darlington in Calgary on the 24th.
Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 8:05 PM UTC
If those young men had looked like me,
how diff'rent everything would be.
There'd be no blood or teardrops shed.
Had they been white, they'd not be dead.
If Mike Brown had been Michael White,
he surely would have been alright.
"Don't shoot!" would not need to be said.
Had he been white, he'd not be dead.
From Ferguson to East L.A.,
we hear the stories every day.
"Protect and Serve" til streets run red.
Had they been white, they'd not be dead.
Call it racial immunity,
where skin-tone is impunity.
Don't let yourself be so misled-
had they been white, they'd not be dead.
As more and more young ones are slain,
and protests are met with disdain,
you may debate what I have said,
but were they white, they'd not be dead.
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 7:44 PM UTC
he's begging to breathe
Crying please..
though he's now gone,
the echoes of his desperation
shed light on a dark situation
we're all going through waves
of constant uncertainties,
Yet one aspect is certain,
societies accepted ignorance
is finally falling away,
a martyr, someone's son, our fellow brother
I'm sorry for how you suffered,
these tears fall
yet now maybe we can build
and stand tall,
instead of living in our bubbles
comfortably ignoring the pain of another
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 10:40 PM UTC
I've heard about the hate between black and white,
Can't anybody see? This is so not right.
The problems start but never end.
Can't they see? We can just be friends.
The world is full of chaos,
And I'm thinking to myself
"Look at us!"
Pain was here
But it just grew.
I'm sorry, was that not enough for you?
You chant "All Lives Matter" in the streets.
Who were the ones who used to dress up in sheets?
Yes we know ALL lives matter.
Yours, mines. His. Hers. Theirs.
But when I walk down the street
No one stares.
This issue is a cancer. We must cut it out.
Eradicate the disease,
Until there's no more shouts.
Calling all the cops who deserve this time.
If you didn't see it coming,
Don't do the crime.
You've scarred each family
From the people we've lost.
You did this crime,
Now you pay the cost.
Cuz...
When someone says get off my neck
With your knee,
Cop look at yourself.
Is this really who you wanna be?
What's the difference between black and white?
What really matters is if you're doing something right.
Just imagine what you're putting someone through,
When you're disabling them,
Labeling them,
Believing something that has never been true.
But know it's up to you.
You can change this from being so blue.
Because imagine if it happened to you.
By Corynne Dittrich, age 15
Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 10:29 AM UTC
www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4UqMyldS7Q&list=PLbM5LMVZad0YmCXr99fAtAHetTUX2BWj8&index=2&t=0s
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 1:02 PM UTC
I sit alone in an English garden
And gaze in awe at sunset sky
Where colours paint a masterpiece
So exquisite to the eye
From deep maroons to orange fire
It fades into a yellow fan
And sprinkles specks of fading clouds
That sink to rendezvous with dawn
And as I marvel at this display
In silence and at evening's rest
I think of those so far away
Undergoing violent fiery test
Across the sea and over time
A million voices rage and cry
At evil acts by law's decree
That can no longer be denied
Where justice is not black and white
And hate's hunger is so overfed
For authority is on white pages
In ink that reads a ****** red
An army of intolerance
A brotherhood of hate
Bedecked by badge of bludgeoning
And tazer in each state
Crushing spirit and stealing peace
While demanding our respect
While shocking limbs and rocking lives
And kneeling on the neck
Instilled with warped ideology
That debases human mind
Tainted white superiority
And so divided of humankind
But where is hate's validity?
How is it justified?
Where is their authority
To harrass and to divide?
For none can claim to be the first
To be the proudest purest race
For America was full of colour
Before Europe found that place
Did these men not swear an oath
To “disharge faithfully and well”
And defend all citizens equally
And truth to uphold and to tell?
And did they not seal their oath
With promise solemn and divine
Proclaiming liberty and devotion
“So help me God” the final line!
And what do we know of our creator
Is he so hard and partial too?
Is God's likeness just caucasian
Or is his love both fair and true
His words are there for all to see
In the Bible's pages plain and clear
That God does not show favouritism
But loves all those who hold Him dear
For when the greatest artist made
The races that dwell on earth today
He used a pallet and brush of life
And a million colours to stroke and splay
For this world is not black and white
Nor grey or dull and monochrome
But is crowned with dazzling glorious colours
No shade is missing, no not one
So if it pleases God to paint
This earth in colours of his love
Then surely skin of many colours
Must be a gift of God above
So please Mr Police Officer
Before you terrorize more souls
Because their skin is not like yours
Be sure you know your cause and goal
For it is not for liberty
Nor for honour that you whack
And do not think that God approves
Of your vile and prejudiced attacks
For you dishonour that badge you wear
And the land that you protect
And with every blow you turn to black
You **** the law and lose respect
And in case you think me biased
And writing to support my kind
Please know I am male and white
And just like God, I'm colour-blind
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 12:45 PM UTC
the ****** of another black male
riots, looting and shooting
divides states of america
a crying statue of liberty
the constitution is a shallow bible
some cops are praying before killing
executions of sworn-in hands
invisible dirt on their fingers
blood is dripping from these lines
this ain't a poem, ya feel me?
autoranking be irrelevant today
justice is, and chauvin has to pay
his name is short for chauvinism:
a belief in national superiority
this inhumane being is self-obsessed
he is not a cop but a killer
when will it all finally stop?
this flood of violence
bring it to an end!
chauvin's knees are a weapon
and he's abused it for too long
put him behind bars, punish him
george, you are in heaven now
surrounded by air: now you can breathe
in memoriam to you
much colorblind love
R.I.P. George Floyd
✞ May 25th, 2020
Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 5:46 PM UTC
America has never been great.
Built on the backs of stolen people on stolen land.
We’re a melting *** they say, a conglomeration of cultures and ethnicities,
But words mean nothing, when time and time again our neighborhoods are filled with injustice,
Our streets only know carnage.
Our protectors unleash violence upon civilians and our leaders continue to justify acts of brutality.
America is on fire
And the smoke clears and dawn breaks,
We will continue to fight for a new beginning.
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 11:43 AM UTC
she cries in shattered glass,
in the open spaces where the dye was cast.
a world so white, so drenched in paint,
the ones now deaf once were saints.
and when the black came out to say
a counterfeit bill a jog a day-
light crime so bold so crazy
it made the streets hazy with smoke.
equality sounds a lot like a hoax
the war brushed away with nothing but Twitter
tear gas and bullets are so much fitter, bitter
is the taste of deafness upon a lost society.
abandoned, forgotten, stomped on and out
no wonder some have forgotten their law abiding piety.
white paint becomes pink
when mixed with blood.
pink is a color for little girls,
and fits perfectly with the sound of our world.
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 3:50 PM UTC
Black is a colour often we misread,
according to evolution,
most superior human, it means.
All the dominant alleles flushed into one,
and still the recessive ones are able to prey upon in day’s sun.
What have they done no body questions,
we are white, they are black, kills all the discussions.
Leads to the final stage where death is the reward,
for something that is genetic, it is pretty rough accord.
All the people then come together,
still the predator walks freely,
what has happened to humans,
have they lost all the emotional ability?
I stand with victims, you should too,
as for no one is black nor is white,
everything and everyone is grey even in day’s light.
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 12:59 PM UTC
This is a verse for George
This is a poem for Philando
This is a memory of Oscar
Continuing the fight for Malcolm
Venerating the wisdom of Martin
This is a call to action
Even if just a fraction
Causes this cause to gain traction
For people tired of the inaction
The people have spoken
And decades have passed
Nothing has changed
Protesters still getting gassed
With years behind them
Trying to stay quiet
One ******
Two murders
A thousand
It's no surprise
That this protest is now a riot
Flames flitting in and out of frame
Guns glinting
as bootlickers offer more of the same
Tin badges holding themselves
As above the rest of us
I scream in disgust
What gives you the right
To ****** my neighbors?
What gives you the right
To brutalize my friends?
These fires ignite a memory
And makes me sing
Noting the similarity
To Martin,
and also Rodney king
I'll stop now
My angry rambling
I'll leave you with a quote
Most would think
It was said by Malcolm
But it was said by Dr. King
It's not absurd
He said it
"A riot is the language of the unheard"
That is the wisdom of Martin
That's why we continue to fight for Malcolm
That's why I remember Oscar
I wrote this poem for Philando
I wrote this verse for George
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 10:24 AM UTC
COVID-19 presented respiratory challenges to the world. If that wasn’t difficult enough to live through now, I am George Floyd.
Unable to breath,
I sleep with the light on tonight, wondering if there is any light left in America.
And just like that my heart split in two, stained with black grief + ache for my black kind. My African people. My American brotherhood. My family.
I cry.
No longer able to numb myself from reality. If there was ever a challenge with loving each other - as black & brown people - my prayer is that it cease.
No matter our peculiarities, differences, social status, *** last name... I LOVE YOU and I see
I must continue each day loving my black & brown people- stranger or familiar- with each sun rise and every sun set. I won’t let my fear of the unknown prevent me from loving you. For my next eight minutes + forty six seconds may be my last breathe.
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 4:10 AM UTC
There is another pandemic
Sweeping across the country
The more pigment you have
The more you're at risk
If you disobey
You die
There is no end in sight
I heard there are riots
downtown for George
Chauvin is going to fry
In more ways than one.
I don't think it will make things better.
But it's a start
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 10:24 PM UTC
I passed through the airport in Minneapolis once.
Maybe, we brushed elbows in the security line. We took off our shoes side by side while they poked through our luggage.
That's when it hit me: there are so many people I'll see once and then never see again. Like, one look is all I'll get, for life!
I walked straight through the metal detector and never looked back.
And now, I keep my distance: six feet away as six feet under, masks as muzzles so that we speak only in glances.
I should have given you a better look on my way to the gate,
before the flights to our final destinations.
Every meeting is both a reunion and a rift.
Strangers like us move apart
with each hollow hello or comment about the weather.
I mean, what if every meeting like that was a loss?
We are good as dead to each other
on arrival and departure,
footprints swept clean by
the wind created from dead bodies
walking the other way.
I should have said this to you
about the virus
as proof of our survival,
how we’re in this together, how your loss is mine.
Each new disaster,
natural or otherwise,
keeps seizing our lungs and
our last breaths like we have
nothing to say.
May 28, 2020
May 28, 2020 at 12:47 PM UTC
I have died a million times
Master's whip
Has left my back a million lines
Each body left broken
Connections lost
Cut a million vines
Each body left breathless
"I can't breathe" the words screamed a billion times
May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 10:57 AM UTC
Joy in the Morning
by Michael R. Burch
for my grandparents George Edwin Hurt and Christine Ena Hurt
There will be joy in the morning
now this long twilight is over
and their separation has ended.
For fourteen years, he had not seen her
whom he first befriended,
then courted and married.
Let there be joy, and no mourning,
for now in his arms she is carried
over a threshold vastly sweeter.
He never lost her; she only tarried
until he was able to meet her.
Keywords/Tags: George Edwin Hurt Christine Ena Spouse reunited heaven joy together forever
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 6:01 AM UTC
Joy in the Morning
by Michael R. Burch
for my grandparents George Edwin Hurt and Christine Ena Hurt
There will be joy in the morning
now this long twilight is over
and their separation has ended.
For fourteen years, he had not seen her
whom he first befriended,
then courted and married.
Let there be joy, and no mourning,
for now in his arms she is carried
over a threshold vastly sweeter.
He never lost her; she only tarried
until he was able to meet her.
Keywords/Tags: George Edwin Hurt Christine Ena Spouse reunited heaven joy together forever
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 4:07 AM UTC
George Lammings' Definition ...
Inspired ... THIS INSCRIPTION ...
Which Delves Into Descriptions ...
of SLIME Within Our Vision ... !!!
HUMAN Slime ... BELIEVE That's Right ... !!!
They DON'T Turn GREEN But Most Are MEAN ...
Just Like The HULK ... When He Gets ANGRY ... !!!
SMASHING Lives Because They're ... "Sly" ...
And Are QUICK To Comply With Those Who LIE ... !!!
So Do They Have The Right To Do What They Like ... ?!?
I DON'T ThinK So And THAT's ... NO JOKE ... !!!!!
UNLIKE The Hulk These People ... " skulk " ...
Because Their Bite AIN'T Worth A ***** ... !!!!!!
They're DIFFERENT Types ... !?!
DIFFERENT In Ways That AREN'T So Nice ... !!!
Some Are WIVES ... DON'T Be SURPRISED ... !!!
There's As Many of Them As There Are GUYS ...
Who Could Be DEFINED As ... " HUMAN SLIME " ... !!!!!
The Types Whose RISE Is Down With CRIME ... !!!
Crimes A PLENTY Cos' They're EVER READY ...
To Yup ..... KNOCK Steady ..... !!!!
UNTIL The LOAD Becomes .... uNStEady .... !!!!!!!!!
Cos' They're The First To GO When Things Get HEAVY ... !!!!!!
TAKING The Strain Is NOT Their Game ... !!!
They Leave That To Those Who They've Left BROKE ... !!!!!!!!!!!
So MANY Quotes Are NOT ... " A Joke " ... !!!
That PROVE That SLIME Are Suitably PRIMED ...
To USE Their Swerve To AVOID The ........................ BURN ...... !!!!!!!
of Moves They USE That ... FILL UP Urns ... !!!!!
Some ARE Lawyers ...
SOME ... Employers ...
Some ENJOY ... TOUCHING Young Boys ... !!!!!
SEE What I Mean ... SLIME AIN'T Clean ... !!!!!
And Some AREN'T Seen ... Because Their SHEEN ...
In COMPANY Sometimes SEEMS To Be SWEETER Than Sweet ... !!!
How Can That Be When SLIMEY Peeps' ...
Are FULL of GREED And SHATTER Dreams ... !!!
Dreams of ... " LOVE " ...
Don't Get TIE UP With One of THEM ...
Because THAT For SURE Will Bring PROBLEMS ... !!!!!
I've Met SO MANY Whose Vibe IS ... SMELLY ... !!!!!
WITHOUT ............................................... " Perfume " ... !!!!!
In FACT Their STENCH Tends To ... EMPTY Rooms ... !!!
UNLESS They're THOSE Who NOW ... " HOST Shows " ... !?!
They Are PRO's Who've GOT ... NO SHOW ... !!!
But To THESE Guys .... Street ****** Are SLIME ... !?!
THAT DON'T Seem Right ... ?!?
The WHORISH Types I've Met In Life ...
Sometimes Wear SUITS And CORPORATE Ties ... !!!
The Types of Guys And Girls Whose Style's ...
DEFINE The Class Who Like To LICK *** To Get On TOP ... !!!
But Here's The Prob' ... They're From A CROP ...
Who DON'T Seem To Know When They Should ... STOP ... !!!!
STOP And GO..............................................
Go Back Home And Be ... " ALONE " ...
And REMOVE THAT SLIME From Being ON THEIR BONES ... !!!
How Many Times Have You Sat And KNOWN ...
That You Were In The Presence of ... One of Their CLONES ... !?!?!
POLITICAL Zones Tend To HAVE THOSE ... !!!
As DO SCHOOLS ... DON'T Get It Confused ... !!!
TOO MANY School Teachers Seem To Be FALSE Leaders ... !!!
QUICK To ABUSE ... INNOCENCE In Youth ... !!!!!
And QUICK To REFUSE ... FACING Issues ...
ESPECIALLY When They're Part of THEM ... !!!!!
SLIMEY Sprees That Seem To FUEL Their Need ... !?!
To FILL Their Pockets ... Like Plugs Do Sockets ... !!!
NEAT And ... "SNUG" ...
Like ... " Sprockets and Chains " ...
The Kind of Stuff ...
That Makes Todays' ... " SLAVES " ... !!!!!!
SLAVES To ... " The System " ...
That SLIME Seems To ... " LIVE IN " ...
GOVERNMENT Homes Where WICKEDNESS Roams ...............
WITHOUT GOOD Soap To CLEAN The Dopes ... !!!!!
Who AREN'T SO Slow ... When It Comes To Making Hay ... !!!!!
While The Rest Dismay .....
At The DISARRAY They've Caused Today ... !!!!!
It's A LEGACY That's Now INCREASED ...
Because of SLIME That's NOW Like GREASE ... !!!!!
In The Cogs of The Wheel That MANY Now Feel ...
Has Been DESIGNED To ... ROB And STEAL ...
From The Peeps' Who Are NOW In NEED ...
Because of GREED And GOVERNMENT Thieves ... !!!!!
I'll End This Piece With Word Like THESE ...
It's EASY To See THESE SLIMEY Creeps ...
But How MUCH Mr. Slime Resides IN ... " THEE " ... ?!?
Resides IN ME And YES ... IN YOU ... ?!?
When WE ALLOW THESE SLIMEY Crews ...
To KEEP On Doing ... What They Do ... !?!
We NEED To RECOGNISE OUR PART In The CRIMES ...
of THOSE ... " Lamming Describes " ...
As BEING ...
... " Mr. Slime " ...
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 7:17 PM UTC