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It would never be Common—more—I said—
Difference—had begun—
Many a bitterness—had been—
But that old sort—was done—

Or—if it sometime—showed—as ’twill—
Upon the Downiest—Morn—
Such bliss—had I—for all the years—
’Twould give an Easier—pain—

I’d so much joy—I told it—Red—
Upon my simple Cheek—
I felt it publish—in my Eye—
’Twas needless—any speak—

I walked—as wings—my body bore—
The feet—I former used—
Unnecessary—now to me—
As boots—would be—to Birds—

I put my pleasure all abroad—
I dealth a word of Gold
To every Creature—that I met—
And Dowered—all the World—

When—suddenly—my Riches shrank—
A Goblin—drank my Dew—
My Palaces—dropped tenantless—
Myself—was beggared—too—

I clutched at sounds—
I groped at shapes—
I touched the tops of Films—
I felt the Wilderness roll back
Along my Golden lines—

The Sackcloth—hangs upon the nail—
The Frock I used to wear—
But where my moment of Brocade—
My—drop—of India?
YoungGentleman17 Jun 2015
What happened to my people who stood for each other
We shouldn't wanna **** or harm another
Back then we fought for our rights
Now since we've got freedom
We been fighting for our life
Looked at the news friday
Yet another brothers gone
Lord may his sole rest in piece
And friends and family stay strong
I hate to see the emotion of different family cries
If we stop all this killing
Then no one dies
Gang violence is something we should have forbid
Yet daily i see people teaching this mess to they kids
I understand alot of struggled in the hood
But that doesnt mean we cant overcome to something good
We should want better for ourselves
Yet we settle for the worse
All we ever see is bad
Like we're living in a curse
Im just saying how can our future be better
Over everything we done
But i ll never give up until
The battles finally won
R.I.P to cyle we all know your in better place
I know we all wish better things apon our race
And even if i didn't know you
Alot of people care
Shoot when im looking at this dealth
I see it really aint fair
Well thats black america
Land of the dumb
Land of the shame
And land of the people
Who die over a color sign and name
James Taylor Nov 2017
Time was spent and time was taken
Wars were fought and lives were shaken
Sons were lost in foreign battles
Dignitaries are greatly rattled
The cost of Freedom has no maxis
Nothings free, but dealth and taxes
Debt's unchecked without the money
Bills are real, and that's not funny
A need for cash is why we're working
That girl next door, gets paid for twerking
Those, like me, we're paid to slaughter
Foreign fighter's sons and daughters
As they charged with vest, full laden
Of explosives, lives were taken
But, that's ok, there will be others
Pregnacies of angry mothers
Churning out the next rotation
Feed on hate, like cheese and bacon
They grow to hate the American statis
Not taught with books, but automatics
AK fourty-seven practice
Everyday they horn their tactics
In the hills they learn a trade
**** Americans, get paid
Not in cash, but, lushous virgins
For a suicide incursion
Martyrdom for cause and faith
A good idea or bad mistake
Only you control your live
So, die like rats, or learn to fight
Constitutionally, I'm speaking
These laws of ours, could stand some tweaking
Need more freedom; less restriction
And keep this government out my kitchen
I've got rights, so, ****-it, respect it
I've earned the right to roll this Lexus
Inkpen Slinger, is what you called me
Now, acting like you never say me
Mind so potent, it's illegal
All my poems, they come with sequels
Like this here, I thought and dropped
Another thousand in my pocket
I'm as lucky as a four leaf clover
But, as for now, it's done and over
Breanna Ables Dec 2016
Suicide plays on my mind,
So many opportunities.
In the bath, when the blade is only a few inches away.
Or at night when everyone’s asleep and the pills just sit on the shelf.

So many opportunities.
Tears fall but you don’t care
I’m just a little girl, i shouldn’t feel this pain.
The screaming and the fighting.

Tears fall, but you don’t care
Im just another broken girl.
I hate the words that you scream.
But I’m just another sad teen.

I’m just another broken girl.
I swallowed the pills.
They see me lay lifeless in the coffin.
You don’t care, you never did. So don’t greeve over my dealth.

I swallowed the pills.
It’s been two years.
You see I had died in vein.
No one remembers the sad teen who took her life away.

Suicide plays on my mind.
Helena Apr 2020
A letter to Rona

It was the best of times, it was indeed the worst of times.
Rona, You take our breath away ……  and livelihood too and here we were thinking, you were just the flu. You are here, you are there, you are everywhere, yet seriously, Rona why don’t you just disappear.. 

You lurk in crevices and all sorts of spaces and even in my favourite places. You’re well travelled, exploring the world, effecting every creed, religion, with no stone unturned.

You’ve taken loved ones, friends and strangers too, you’re not biased, we’ve been told by the WHO. You’ve exhausted our systems and national health, they are overstretched, what a blow we’ve been dealth.

Some are out of jobs and kids are home schooling …could this be any more gruelling?
Everyone is paranoid when they feel their throat a tingling and still it's hard for some to maintain 'social distancing'.

Now Rona, you’re a foe who's time is coming to an end, although you're teaching us lessons, while we pray for the curve to bend. We’re at home, some with families and animals too, and we can listen to the birds tweet twooo..

And remember this we are the human race, we will turn this around, your effect we’ll erase.
We’re coming together in all different ways, helping the ill, the poor and the frail.

Our singing resonates through streets old and new, we are all in this together, we will definitely pull through.

We are clapping for our champions, who are working all hours. Please God, help them with your super powers.

We are entertaining ourselves, at home and on the net, our spirit is relentless, we will succeed with the right mindset.

Just remember, our scientists are busy figuring you out, so we can one day again, get out and about. And our healers are channeling God’s powerful energy, so this will one day be but a distant memory.

While we pray, I thought I’d write this poem, so please let’s all remember to #STAYHOME


Helena Hyde
Release me from these shackles,
I don't need to be contained,
away from the guilt of it,
I don't need to be constrained.

Release me from the burdens,
Release me from all Fears,
Release me from these Hardships,
That I have dealth with for so many years.

Release me from Constraints of sorrow,
of shedding so many Tears,
Wishing that someone would save me,
Wishing that help was near.

Release me from Trail and error,
Release me from all doubts,
Loose me from the thought of thinking,
If the fact that there's no way out.

Constrained from Financial difficulties,
Constrained from the ware and tear,
When you're feeling down and low,
When Life is treating you unfair.

Release me from ALL CONSTRAINTS,
This is my beck and call,
Oh, Please Release these shackles,
To be unconstrained FROM IT ALL!!


B.R.
Date: 10/1/2024
HENCE....herewith,
a post (traumatic)
stressed disordered poetic whim
to summarize fantasy
incorrigible lottery dreamer
paradise visage and eyes
zapping, swatting, and battling
a bulge with dollar signs
whets imagination with
Mega Million ticket bought

temptation for instant millions
human foible to reach
for elusive *** of gold
streak of universal desire
for potential wealth
overtakes rational self
with delusions of grandeur caught
allow, enable and provide flirtation
with fate to experience rich draught

envision emancipation from penury
a distant battle fought
expect the usual outcome
after next drawing
to yield monetary windfall naught
impossible mission
to banish tantalizing thought
and fully block and tackle
hard scrapple existence wrought.

When (countless moons ago)
progeny discovered girlhood insights,
I did wholeheartedly love and adore
who rushed  into my arms
whenever back from trivial pursuits
at the core
when casually and nonchalantly
turn the key to open the front door
legal tender in such precious chronically
in short supply within family

catch bull at four
inviting me to play make believe
games being King Midas on the floor
boot budding young lady begotten girls
nearly squeezing out digested gore
akin to the finest crafted clock work
to sound the time of day
they danced and frolicked
like kittens or puppies
though at times I desired
them to bring newspaper

and slippers questioning
reciprocating sharing
silly concocted faux pa lore
at least another son or daughter more
at such urge (long silenced
of this ram by ewe gnu who)
did vehemently (cue
Katy Perry's pet lioness) to roar
enjoying revelry without keeping score
yet…creating memories
I will forever store.

Financial straits affected
our existence hand to mouth
all grandiose aspirations to succeed
in life frequently head south.

Creative healthy endeavors
find excitement and linguistic pleasure
thru the attempt
reasonably rhyming aligned
words that synchronize suitably
in poetic third eye blind
delivered by one blessed
angel (beating tom tom club) in disguise
redemption and salvation
considered thankful find

readers may espy hidden puns
within this rhyme lined
with challenges or commiserate
and complement via words of positive kind
although large sum of money
would be a dog send
to pry poem or prose from mind
deliberate semblance to communicate
and extract idea from cranial rind
loosening pent up tension to unwind

Much rather be cursed
with excess wealth
deliverance to life, liberty
never to rue by stealth
and mental health
depravity foreign concept
as is the obsolete word dealth;
A share dealt out; a portion or division.
VS
VS

Days vs nights
Happy vs sad
Glad vs mad
Beautiful vs ugly
Rich vs poor
Sunny vs rainy
Awake vs sleep
Loved vs alone
Run vs walk
Pink vs purple
Flowers vs seeds
Mountains vs hills
Grass vs sand
Dog vs cats
Life vs dealth
Light vs dark
Hot vs cold
Summer vs spring
Winter vs fall
Movies vs TV
Music vs headphones
Money vs change
Stand vs sit
Nature vs wild
Animals vs humans
Bus vs car
Drinking vs drunk
Smoking vs high
Hurt vs pain
Pictures vs memories
Time vs watch

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