"lawson" poems - Hello Poetry

A situation happened a couple of years ago Pain no one will ever know I was pressured and forced to be right but on the inside I knew I would never win this fight Every night I would cry alone Sometimes I thought about taking my life, yes my very own I walked into the court house on July 5th or my birthday Only to be forced to be sent away I still feel your tears as you wept on my shoulder Please don't cry. Stand Tall Old Soldier. I remember driving away that day Watching everything turn to gray I thought you would never forgive me I was only doing what Lawson wanted I plea Now I only see you 15 times a year I wish everything was clear You were my faith, my rock, everything I had but others would call you my loving dad.

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Sep 10, 2013

Sep 10, 2013 at 8:29 PM UTC

chloe-cresse

Stand Tall Old Soldier

A situation happened a couple of years ago Pain no one will ever know I was pressured and forced to be right but on the inside I knew I would never win this fight Every night I would cry alone Sometimes I thought about taking my life, yes my very own I walked into the court house on July 5th or my birthday Only to be forced to be sent away I still feel your tears as you wept on my shoulder Please don't cry. Stand Tall Old Soldier. I remember driving away that day Watching everything turn to gray I thought you would never forgive me I was only doing what Lawson wanted I plea Now I only see you 15 times a year I wish everything was clear You were my faith, my rock, everything I had but others would call you my loving dad.

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Love approaches just when you're about to turn around Giving up or fall down Love gives you an intense hope and glowing promises Nods down with any compromises Love offers you someone who is more charming than the tempting world No matter how clever the magic twirled Love cheers you up for no good reason Caught yourself smiling when Lawson's aired on Love steers you to whatsoever that is possible Including destroying something impossible Love walks off ruthlessly without any remorse Forgot the way it magnetize you like an attractive force Love broke off the agreement and vivid faith Cruelly put an end to something you create Love shows how life propose something greater than loving a person Makes you clueless of what to do then things get worsen Love now seems to gloom every side of you Minimize your spirits into few Love steers you to whatsoever that is possible Including destroying something impossible

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Dec 12, 2013

Dec 12, 2013 at 1:19 PM UTC

marsya-ian

Love

Love approaches just when you're about to turn around Giving up or fall down Love gives you an intense hope and glowing promises Nods down with any compromises Love offers you someone who is more charming than the tempting world No matter how clever the magic twirled Love cheers you up for no good reason Caught yourself smiling when Lawson's aired on Love steers you to whatsoever that is possible Including destroying something impossible Love walks off ruthlessly without any remorse Forgot the way it magnetize you like an attractive force Love broke off the agreement and vivid faith Cruelly put an end to something you create Love shows how life propose something greater than loving a person Makes you clueless of what to do then things get worsen Love now seems to gloom every side of you Minimize your spirits into few Love steers you to whatsoever that is possible Including destroying something impossible

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PREACHER MAN What use is of a sound? Which fails to marry the dancer step What good is of a song Which does not appeal to the ear What good is a sermon Which does not remind man of empyrean A singer is as good as his song A preacher is as good as his sermon But what good use is both him and his handwork When they are egregious With no iota of morality Sermon that is mendacious Therefore, preach me no more your sermon of insanity Because when you preach it I see lugubrious faces of men of my race Because when you preach it I see deluge of blood of slaughtered men of my nation Because when you preach it I hear the wailing of the native of the street Preach me not the sermon of democracy Also when you ring the gingle of your sermon into my hearing The death of justice and truth Rings in chambers of my mind Preach me not the sermon of democracy When it is kakistocracy Preach me not the sermon of bravery When they are never seen Preacher man Preach me not your sermon Until it is innoxious By Ayodeji Lawson lawmyk ©2018

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Mar 31, 2018

Mar 31, 2018 at 5:35 AM UTC

Lawmyk2208

PREACHER

PREACHER MAN What use is of a sound? Which fails to marry the dancer step What good is of a song Which does not appeal to the ear What good is a sermon Which does not remind man of empyrean A singer is as good as his song A preacher is as good as his sermon But what good use is both him and his handwork When they are egregious With no iota of morality Sermon that is mendacious Therefore, preach me no more your sermon of insanity Because when you preach it I see lugubrious faces of men of my race Because when you preach it I see deluge of blood of slaughtered men of my nation Because when you preach it I hear the wailing of the native of the street Preach me not the sermon of democracy Also when you ring the gingle of your sermon into my hearing The death of justice and truth Rings in chambers of my mind Preach me not the sermon of democracy When it is kakistocracy Preach me not the sermon of bravery When they are never seen Preacher man Preach me not your sermon Until it is innoxious By Ayodeji Lawson lawmyk ©2018

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GENOCIDE . The Thunder stuck Pillars got hurt Dreams got blunt Wishes ceased to come . The fire started The house got burnt The fire sang the lullaby The flames danced to it, the steps of ballet Suddenly, it changed The skin of our aged wall What is this again? . A strange boot broke the door latch "Who is there?"we asked, A dumb being answered in a primitive language "Who are you?" This was my question But hard knocks gave me answers . Bad thoughts ran into my skull But I ward them off with a slap "It's not my turn"I said, . Spirits dying Hands trembled Words remained unvoiced Actions ceased to be done Leaves remained impotent Strong men hid under their women At the sight of the beings Who are not humans They are around Those two legged rodents Who disturbs our farms with their four legged wards Those who defiled Our old lady Sons of Eli The Elder brother driving the nay-tion's truck The younger one planting nails on its routes . They have traded their one plank flocking bridge With the American deadly sticks They let out a boom On an innocent soul He raised a hand as if to bless He immediately dropped it violently and let his eyes Opened The man died! . The earth refused to accommodate us It protest When the diggers kisses it We wept Our tears flows to the stream And it rejects them swiftly And the dirge turns to our anthem Our ancestors clasp their hands And watch us die . Lo! A major fragment of the globe is dying They just committed a genocide . By Ayodeji Lawson lawmyk .©2018

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Mar 31, 2018

Mar 31, 2018 at 5:38 AM UTC

Lawmyk2208

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GENOCIDE . The Thunder stuck Pillars got hurt Dreams got blunt Wishes ceased to come . The fire started The house got burnt The fire sang the lullaby The flames danced to it, the steps of ballet Suddenly, it changed The skin of our aged wall What is this again? . A strange boot broke the door latch "Who is there?"we asked, A dumb being answered in a primitive language "Who are you?" This was my question But hard knocks gave me answers . Bad thoughts ran into my skull But I ward them off with a slap "It's not my turn"I said, . Spirits dying Hands trembled Words remained unvoiced Actions ceased to be done Leaves remained impotent Strong men hid under their women At the sight of the beings Who are not humans They are around Those two legged rodents Who disturbs our farms with their four legged wards Those who defiled Our old lady Sons of Eli The Elder brother driving the nay-tion's truck The younger one planting nails on its routes . They have traded their one plank flocking bridge With the American deadly sticks They let out a boom On an innocent soul He raised a hand as if to bless He immediately dropped it violently and let his eyes Opened The man died! . The earth refused to accommodate us It protest When the diggers kisses it We wept Our tears flows to the stream And it rejects them swiftly And the dirge turns to our anthem Our ancestors clasp their hands And watch us die . Lo! A major fragment of the globe is dying They just committed a genocide . By Ayodeji Lawson lawmyk .©2018

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***** AND GOMORRAH A perverted city Whose occupants Unseats the natural order Wonderful city of mysteries Where truth smells martyr And falsehood wallow in legitimatecy A ***** Where sodomites ******** Hookers bookers We find solace in our deeds Smokes from hose Fills thé house Yet we call on the lord of host So in empyrean we might get a post Skulls as Cups Bloods as wines Sacked bills Paralysed our conscience We never got to understand The temporality of the temporal Our city, The euphoriant Which makes the ticket of empyrean Slipped away from our palms In the temporal space We will rest but not in peace we are sodomites Forever we will be By LAWSON À MICHAEL

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Apr 20, 2018

Apr 20, 2018 at 3:31 AM UTC

Lawmyk2208

***** AND GOMORRAH

***** AND GOMORRAH A perverted city Whose occupants Unseats the natural order Wonderful city of mysteries Where truth smells martyr And falsehood wallow in legitimatecy A ***** Where sodomites ******** Hookers bookers We find solace in our deeds Smokes from hose Fills thé house Yet we call on the lord of host So in empyrean we might get a post Skulls as Cups Bloods as wines Sacked bills Paralysed our conscience We never got to understand The temporality of the temporal Our city, The euphoriant Which makes the ticket of empyrean Slipped away from our palms In the temporal space We will rest but not in peace we are sodomites Forever we will be By LAWSON À MICHAEL

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When I return, I'm running. Running home, I'm running. Home to where the tan sand lays, beaten by the waves that just want to stay. Home to where we sail till Lawson becomes a snail, so small and so unnoticed, like the little town covered in tourists. Boston to my right, and Gloucester in sight. We tell stories around the flames, put the passing train in shame. Looking up at the floating embers as they become stars to remember. Lighting up the harbor, rock by rock, keep the candle going with all your luck. The Luminaria will make you gasp, the little town is hard to grasp. So little with so much beauty, my little town is an opportunity. Art by hand and art by land. When I return, I'm running. Running home, I'm running.

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May 5, 2014

May 5, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC

danni-1

Home

When I return, I'm running. Running home, I'm running. Home to where the tan sand lays, beaten by the waves that just want to stay. Home to where we sail till Lawson becomes a snail, so small and so unnoticed, like the little town covered in tourists. Boston to my right, and Gloucester in sight. We tell stories around the flames, put the passing train in shame. Looking up at the floating embers as they become stars to remember. Lighting up the harbor, rock by rock, keep the candle going with all your luck. The Luminaria will make you gasp, the little town is hard to grasp. So little with so much beauty, my little town is an opportunity. Art by hand and art by land. When I return, I'm running. Running home, I'm running.

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I'm up for grabs But you would never grab You hold me knowing that I can't be held, And knowing that to hold is not to have. -JonArno Lawson

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Apr 18, 2017

Apr 18, 2017 at 9:18 AM UTC

emma-whittle

Up for Grabs iv.

I'm up for grabs But you would never grab You hold me knowing that I can't be held, And knowing that to hold is not to have. -JonArno Lawson

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A perverted city Whose occupants Unseats the natural order Wonderful city of mysteries Where truth smells martyr And falsehood wallow in legitimatecy A ***** Where sodomites ******** We found solace in our deeds But the opportunity of the second phase eludes us Skulls as Cups Bloods as wines Our existence grace dwindle We never got to understand The temporality of the temporal Our city, The euphoriant Which makes the ticket of empyrean Slipped away from our palms In the temporal space We will rest but not in peace Because we are sodomites By Michael A Lawson

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Apr 18, 2018

Apr 18, 2018 at 11:28 AM UTC

Lawmyk2208

***** AND GOMORRAH

A perverted city Whose occupants Unseats the natural order Wonderful city of mysteries Where truth smells martyr And falsehood wallow in legitimatecy A ***** Where sodomites ******** We found solace in our deeds But the opportunity of the second phase eludes us Skulls as Cups Bloods as wines Our existence grace dwindle We never got to understand The temporality of the temporal Our city, The euphoriant Which makes the ticket of empyrean Slipped away from our palms In the temporal space We will rest but not in peace Because we are sodomites By Michael A Lawson

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DARK DAYS If Only, I could mute the tick of the clock And give it's hands a moment of respite I will go gaga in the joy of doing so If only, the craft can take me back Back to the dark days when skins compliments care I will surely pay my driver a million dollar If only, Those days could be my messenger I will give it a job to peep into its successors A microscope I will get for it Because I know Tears of agony will run down it's cheeks That it's tomorrow has made us fail it If only, The sun could standstill And tomorrow refuse to come We will be glad to be young forever Surely, they have gone into obscurity Days that comes with joy Have in your amorphous minds That the souls in your tomorrow has failed you But yet They Awaits your return In the second phase By LAWSON A MICHAEL ©2018

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May 1, 2018

May 1, 2018 at 4:32 PM UTC

Lawmyk2208

DARK DAYS

DARK DAYS If Only, I could mute the tick of the clock And give it's hands a moment of respite I will go gaga in the joy of doing so If only, the craft can take me back Back to the dark days when skins compliments care I will surely pay my driver a million dollar If only, Those days could be my messenger I will give it a job to peep into its successors A microscope I will get for it Because I know Tears of agony will run down it's cheeks That it's tomorrow has made us fail it If only, The sun could standstill And tomorrow refuse to come We will be glad to be young forever Surely, they have gone into obscurity Days that comes with joy Have in your amorphous minds That the souls in your tomorrow has failed you But yet They Awaits your return In the second phase By LAWSON A MICHAEL ©2018

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THE SEED OF TALENT .The mustard seed Fell on the thorny part It found it death .The winter marƙed its funeral The summer markeɗ it resurrection Now green has becomes it hue .The amorphous unrefined pebble Has wiggled leisurely To the workroom of the goldsmith He has made the iron passed it's aggression on it And it ***** ***** has turned golden .The one quarter of the talent Has found its way to the care of a productive servant Riches has he made from a little talent .Green has it becomes The mustard seed of talent Golden has it become The amorphous pebble Of divine gift Riches has he made From the little talent By Ayodeji Lawson lawmyk ©2018

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Mar 31, 2018

Mar 31, 2018 at 5:33 AM UTC

Lawmyk2208

Untitled

THE SEED OF TALENT .The mustard seed Fell on the thorny part It found it death .The winter marƙed its funeral The summer markeɗ it resurrection Now green has becomes it hue .The amorphous unrefined pebble Has wiggled leisurely To the workroom of the goldsmith He has made the iron passed it's aggression on it And it ***** ***** has turned golden .The one quarter of the talent Has found its way to the care of a productive servant Riches has he made from a little talent .Green has it becomes The mustard seed of talent Golden has it become The amorphous pebble Of divine gift Riches has he made From the little talent By Ayodeji Lawson lawmyk ©2018

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GOOD MORNING. DEVIL Your eyes you close oh saucy sun You oceans our first sons are gone with you The frith we called our abode Its the patheon of the seven headed viper The morning comes with tearful noise Hands journeyed to north, and legs to south Heads rolls from the cut of an invisible axe Its the death of devoted worshippers What path have we troden? Who called our master an impotent? Where is the entrance to the forgone shrine? We are mortals Who believes in our immortals In Our finest robe we danced to their dirge We have God but seeks gods We have chosen this path, and forever we will be theirs Esu bear us witness, we rejoiced when you descended But in the ides of march In your house we paid tributes But here we are with tribulations Today of all days You sit with your neck to the sky Staring at us, with palms on cheeks Your chains we pulled Our hearts is free of palm-oil Give us peace we clamor Your gold we want not Give us joy, you decline Though, you are not a god to serve everyday But your praises we will sing all day Good morning Lawson ayodeji Michael 06-08-2018 13;00

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Aug 7, 2018

Aug 7, 2018 at 11:26 AM UTC

Lawmyk2208

DEVIL MORNING

GOOD MORNING. DEVIL Your eyes you close oh saucy sun You oceans our first sons are gone with you The frith we called our abode Its the patheon of the seven headed viper The morning comes with tearful noise Hands journeyed to north, and legs to south Heads rolls from the cut of an invisible axe Its the death of devoted worshippers What path have we troden? Who called our master an impotent? Where is the entrance to the forgone shrine? We are mortals Who believes in our immortals In Our finest robe we danced to their dirge We have God but seeks gods We have chosen this path, and forever we will be theirs Esu bear us witness, we rejoiced when you descended But in the ides of march In your house we paid tributes But here we are with tribulations Today of all days You sit with your neck to the sky Staring at us, with palms on cheeks Your chains we pulled Our hearts is free of palm-oil Give us peace we clamor Your gold we want not Give us joy, you decline Though, you are not a god to serve everyday But your praises we will sing all day Good morning Lawson ayodeji Michael 06-08-2018 13;00

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