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John Stevens Aug 2010
The years have flown by, it seems like
yesterday we met, quite by chance.
Me, a backward country boy,
You, a beautiful girl in a red coat...
And a walk that made my heart skip.
Little did I realize that moment
would last forty five years.

As we grow old together
As we we stand at each others side
in happiness and sorrow,
in sickness and health,
May we always remember what
brought us together.

“John?” “yes.”, says I
“You are supposed to take Pennye,
in the red coat over there, to the party.”
Being backward and stupid in the ways of
“setups”, I said,  “OK.” and
walked over to you and said,
“You are supposed to go with me to the party.”
“Ah, OK.” you said, looking a little shocked.

I fell in love with the “girl in the red coat” that night.
A love that has not wavered,
Has withstood the test of Time
A love built on God's love.

Here we are, raising two grand-kids
who puts a smile on my face and
sometimes a frown..
You remind me, “He's only five.”
“Yes, but, but, I think he is fifteen.”

Then,
I must remember how much God loves me and
try to do the same for those close to me and
not so close to me, who irritate me at times..

Your love for me is amazing, Babe.
I would be a most miserable, old man
without your love.
It shall forever be mine and
My love shall forever be yours.
Oh, and that little blue dress with the white strip
at hip level?  Sigh. They don't make those any more.
(c) 08-29-2010
To my Love, more to follow.
Tori Sep 2011
Sixty seasons witnessed,
Wishes for Autumn to linger,
Spices converted into chemicals,
My mother so often lit.

School-focus fades with the leaves,
Strange dread gifted with the snowing season,
Sardonic religious banter,
to futile church pleads.

High in the sixties,
Yet yearning for thirty,
Patio setups,
Alarm clocks outnumbered,
Brief chirping for morning.

Complains abruptly frequent,
Impatience for the end,
School bells and teenage screams,
The privilege to say,
Sixty-four seasons witnessed.

And begin again.
James Tuohy Apr 2011
This girl plays with her doll alone.  This room so cold, so faulted with the smell of coal. She lays between the chalk to bring them closer.  Even I can't even tell if this girl whole.  Half of her looks like smoke, disappearing playing hop-scotch on her toes.  She doesn't want to leave this place, like a ghost finding its home.  

Trying hard to not feel anything absent, she setups dinner plates and candles lights, and prays.  Yet her voice has no effect because it to is gone, lost with her soul.  Picture frames of a happy family, now torn and burnt from their home.  The walls ripped away, and doors that locked up dismay.  And the girl still prays, for something to replace the hole.  To go back and not burn alone.  

The air gets heavier, when i go downstairs to find the girl dead far from their hands to hold.  She protected her doll like it was her own.  Unscratched from head to toe.  Taking it feels like stealing, from a mother's womb.  And yet i think will everyone eventually find their way back home.  Or does every child lose it's way finding it's own.  This girl plays with her doll all alone.
ashley Apr 2019
we all want a movie ending
those romcoms you see on valentine’s day
that kind of ending
after all, i am a film student

but film has taught me more than the hollywood romance
it has taught me the crushing realities of life
the noir, lesser known tragedies and
the indie, underappreciated art of living

so the days that i wander and think about how we might reunite on a new york city street, coffee in tow and heels on, catching up and suddenly eloping in a whirlwind romance,
i curse hollywood for tainting my imagination
for cursing me with unnecessary pain through setups and disappointments

but then again, film has taught me that i will get my movie ending,
except i am not, and will not be the audience
i am the director, the screenwriter and the editor.
Siren Mar 2018
My dad's last words were "I'm tired"
At that point
Everything changed
You ready yourself for a loss
A flatlined phone call
Last breath
Cold night sweats
Wondering if the transition gave relief
Was he tired of pain?
Tired of seeing new faces or old family disgraces?
Bogus drama?
The kids wildin?
Tired of me?
Too tired ro see
Exhausted with no sleep
Worried how it all might be
I wonder if he feared death
Was the death of me
Tend to overthink
As I do
I realized
I'm ******* tired too
Wasting sleep needed nights on your *****
His problems
What he needs
How I became problem solver
Setups
Schemes
Plots
Secretary
Bulk stops
Find a fein
Treat him mean
Trade the green
And let him fein
It's not just you
It's me too
Tired of the scamming fools
Find the sucker
Pleasure his peak
Leave him with his pockets weak
Tired of bad kids
Exhausted from the bills
Loyal to the hustle
We gotta pay just to live
I didn't ask to be here
God said procreate
Speaking of the one above
I beg He take the hate
Take this hate
Take this hate
Hate is harsh
Rather rid it than to bake
Rather drink then to bake
Burns in my chest never go away
Tired of backstabbers
A ***** to smile then smize
Plotting little ***
Wish I could've seen your warning signs
Tired of these pills and automobiles
I'm tired
Tired of being used
Treated like a pawn in your game of chess
I'm a diamond
Queen
Treasure
Chest
Guarding the king that carries the dream
Holding the weapon
Though its unseen
But
EVERYTHING CHANGES
Things change
People change
Mistakes are made
People change
Tired of being kicked out of the "bond"
Tighter than infinity signs
Colder than 41 degrees below
Sweeter than a heart of purple
The isle of you never stopped
In a school of roses
Pedals dropped
Texas was posted
So she showed it
Yet in all of it
I'm really tired of playing fool
Sabrina Whitley Mar 2018
its all about death
you have to take the first step
forgiveness is the key
with your family
everlasting hope
big test to come
trusting each other
so your not alone
hope is the key
to a good family
strength is a guess
setups and the rest
aching hearts
stepping stones
Zywa Nov 6
Souls are colourless,

black and white the setups that --


separate people.
Poem "(work in progress) 'n meerstemmige teks: pogings om die wit staar aan myself te verduidelik - poging 2" ("(work in progress) a part-text: attempts to explain the white stare to myself - attempt 2", 2022, Antjie Krog)

Collection "Within the walls"
Yenson Feb 2019
The Shame of your 'Civilised society

Organized stalking is a form of terrorism used against an individual in a malicious attempt to reduce the quality of a person's life so they will: have a nervous breakdown, become incarcerated, institutionalized, experience constant mental, emotional, or physical pain, become homeless, and /or commit suicide.  This is done using well-orchestrated accusations, lies, rumors, bogus investigations, setups, framings, intimidation, overt or covert threats, vandalism, thefts, sabotage, torture, humiliation, emotional terror and general harassment. It is a “ganging up” by members of the community who follow an organizer and participate in a systematic “terrorizing” of an individual.”

I confronted WHITE Criminal Neighbours
who broke into my wife's and I Flat and burgled us.
I said I was going to raise a petition to have them evicted.
We have never committed any crime, both my wife and I had always been in employment. I paid taxes, I never harmed or injured anyone in my life.

But we instantly became gangstalking victims and our lives torn apart and destroyed by Criminal gang stalkers.

They have slandered and defamed me
Hounded me out of work
Hound me everywhere
and is subjected to a relentless systematic campaign of harassment,
bullying, humiliation, provocation, abuse, cyber bullying and cyber trolling, sabotaging, gas-lighting, intimidation and misrepresentation. They have discredited me and hidden the truth from all those helping them and the community. How can an innocent man, who never committed any crime be the villain here.

All these and more for standing up to RACIST BULLYING
THIEVES.

CONGRATULATIONS ALL YOU INVOLVED.....
Yenson Jun 2019
NOTE:
Groups with shared interests.
Individuals (possible targets) who threaten those groups in some way.

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A racist White family of CROOKS broke into our Flat and stole
this after extorting money from us because both my wife and i work
when we stopped giving them money and food stuff
they decided this was because we are greedy.
they called in their fellow racist friends
they called in the local socialists
who decided we are indeed greedy
and also Tories for we are clean, law-abiding and have work ethics
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NOTE:
The group with shared interests ganging up against that person. The group thus becomes the mobbing perpetrator team.
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Chris, the Mother of the Criminal Family, Other white racist Friends, the local socialists and various fooled, intimidated, coerced
or blackmailed assortments joined up.
A Hate and Criminal gangstalking Campaign is launched
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NOTE:
Usually a main instigator or a small group of instigators among the perpetrator team
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Chris, Joan, Tom, Kelly, Linda, Cindy, Bill, The Thomases, Mrs Withers, Mr Bing....the local Care-taker
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NOTE:
A shift of focus from what targets said or did that threaten the group, to devaluing targets as persons as a strategy to suppress them, taking away their power
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We suddenly became the arrogant greedy Black couple who
insulted the working classes and took food from children mouths
we were hoity toity grasses, who threatened poor starving people
I was a monster who commits domestic abuse, I was a greedy pig
I was an animal, wild and dangerous, I was made a demon
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NOTE:
An aim to discredit and/or destroy the target's reputation, often persistently monitoring them to find ever more information for this purpose
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They declared I was doomed, Character assignation, public humiliation, we will ruin your lives, they shouted.
We will make you wish you were dead, we will make your lives living Hell, we will drive you to suicide, they crowed
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NOTE:
Coor­dination of the group's activities against targets
Character Assassination: accusations, Lies, Rumors, Bogus investigations, Setups, Framing, False cover stories, Bogus evidence
Cyber stalking: attacks through internet, multiple perpetrators
Emotional terror: From other tactics listed
Intimidation: Overt or covert threats, from tactics, Vandalism, Thefts, Sabotage
Misdirection: A wrong or incorrect direction, guidance, or instruction.
Mimicry: The action or art of imitating someone or something, typically in order to entertain or ridicule.
Mobbing: In the context of human beings, means bullying of an individual by a group, in any context, such as peer group, school, workplace, neighborhood, community, or online.
Persistence is the key is the buzz-word, Democracy is the hook
Solidarity is the umbrella to justify mobbing an innocent victim.
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NOTE:
Persi­stent attacks by the perpetrator team against targets to continually devalue them
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Creating staged happenstance and  Using events unfolding in my personal life that fed to cult-members and fooled recruits racist crooks and the socialist warriors, they relentlessly try to project upon me negative emotions such as fear, shame & hopelessness

When the Mind is Blind, The eyes cannot See



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You can’t do wrong and get by,
No matter how much you may try;
Nothing hidden can be, everything He doth see,
You can’t do wrong and get by.

Out into the darkness you alone may go,
And seeds for the wicked one sow;
There’s an eye that’s watching from the throne on high,
You can’t do wrong and get by.

Yes, He knows your secrets, everything you do,
He knows that your life is untrue;
You can ne’er deceive Him, there’s no use to try,
You can’t do wrong and get by.
People with high self-value necessarily value others. When they value someone else, they value themselves more, i.e., they elevate their sense of well being, appreciate their better qualities, and facilitate their health, growth, and development. When they devalue someone else, they devalue themselves - their sense of well being deteriorates, they violate their basic humanity to some degree and become more narrow and rigid in perspective, all of which impair growth and development. In other words, when you value someone else you experience a state of value - vitality, meaning, and purpose (literally, your will to live increases) - and when you devalue someone else you experience a devalued state, wherein the will to live becomes less important than the will to dominate or at least be seen as right.
yndnmncnll Aug 2023
Come with me and close the door
Let's celebrate and live our life
I just want to have a private life
With you, I'll never ask for more

Let’s just keep it low-key
Though these setups never made easy
My whole world revolves again
My whole life started again

What I had with you, with you
I don't want to share it with everyone, pray tell
It’s a secret I’ll never tell
Oh, I just want and need you

What I had with you, with you
I just want to keep it to myself
Let’s keep them guessing
Baby, this feeling ain’t fleeting

No more, no less
I want you all to myself
I don't share you with everyone else
No more, no less

I'm bedbound with you
I ain't going to leave you
I'm never going to leave this bed
Just like the way you never leave my head

We'll make love as if it's always our honeymoon
What I had with you was over the moon
I'll never get tired of loving you
And discovering you

What I had with you is timeless
Whenever I think of You
I smile all the time
You are all I want and need all the time

No more, no less
My love, I love you

Let me take you away
Somewhere far away
Where no one sees us
In a place, where it's just us

Come and hold me closer to you
I just want you all over me
Whisper in all your intentions to me
I promise to never let you go

— The End —