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Yes, I love you
Today I weep.
You killed my Caucasian sister
You wounded my white and black brethren
But I do not weep for them
No. She died honorably.
Standing up to dead the past,
And all negative representations of it,
Before you mowed her down.
I do not weep for the wounded.
They will wear the battle scars and
Have a story to tell:
The day they escaped a coward's chains
And lived to love again, free.
Why do you insist on making it
Hard to love you? Why do your children
Have to rot in prisons and
Become slaves of the State
Because you choose not to let go of
The hate that fuels your desire to spread
More hatred?
Don't you realize by now,
After one-hundred fifty four years,
In your effort to hurt me
You only hurt yourself?
You are my brothers and sisters.
We are Americans.
You shame us all when you choose
To continue to wear the
Chains of oppression.
You are comfortably bound by
Hatred, practicing an ideology
You proudly teach the youth
Because you hate me more
Than you love your child.
Today, I weep for you.
Can you not see that the love and camaraderie
That exists among and between
Your brethren is stronger than the evil
You claim is part of your heritage?
Still, I cannot hate you.
As much as I hate what you do and I
Hate what you believe and I
Hate that you choose to live in darkness.
I know that if I allow myself to hate you
I become just like you.
That frightens me more than you or
What you believe or
That which you are capable.
I choose to love you.
I love what I know you can be.
I love what I know your children will be,
With time and through the experiences
The whole world has to offer
And just one ounce of the courage
They need to step out into the light.
I love you because my love kills your hate.
Yes, I love you.
You killed my Caucasian sister
You wounded my white and black brethren
But I do not weep for them
No. She died honorably.
Standing up to dead the past,
And all negative representations of it,
Before you mowed her down.
I do not weep for the wounded.
They will wear the battle scars and
Have a story to tell:
The day they escaped a coward's chains
And lived to love again, free.
Why do you insist on making it
Hard to love you? Why do your children
Have to rot in prisons and
Become slaves of the State
Because you choose not to let go of
The hate that fuels your desire to spread
More hatred?
Don't you realize by now,
After one-hundred fifty four years,
In your effort to hurt me
You only hurt yourself?
You are my brothers and sisters.
We are Americans.
You shame us all when you choose
To continue to wear the
Chains of oppression.
You are comfortably bound by
Hatred, practicing an ideology
You proudly teach the youth
Because you hate me more
Than you love your child.
Today, I weep for you.
Can you not see that the love and camaraderie
That exists among and between
Your brethren is stronger than the evil
You claim is part of your heritage?
Still, I cannot hate you.
As much as I hate what you do and I
Hate what you believe and I
Hate that you choose to live in darkness.
I know that if I allow myself to hate you
I become just like you.
That frightens me more than you or
What you believe or
That which you are capable.
I choose to love you.
I love what I know you can be.
I love what I know your children will be,
With time and through the experiences
The whole world has to offer
And just one ounce of the courage
They need to step out into the light.
I love you because my love kills your hate.
Yes, I love you.
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Posted: Aug 2017
About this poem:
For all the Charlottesville's in the world.
Eagles
They look so majestic
These eagles
But I saw one on the side of the road eating a dead raccoon
What is so awe inspiring about that?
Vultures eat dead things
So do flies
We do need these animals to clean up our dead
So they don't pile up and take room away from the living
We burn them in our gas tanks
Dinosaurs and ancient conifers that turned into oil
So what animal doesn't eat dead things that could inspire us
I like Cardinals or Baltimore Orioles
Blue Jays are nice
But we as a nation have decided to use the eagle
It's on our money
But when you think what this nation has done to the world
Maybe
Just maybe the eagle is the right on
These eagles
But I saw one on the side of the road eating a dead raccoon
What is so awe inspiring about that?
Vultures eat dead things
So do flies
We do need these animals to clean up our dead
So they don't pile up and take room away from the living
We burn them in our gas tanks
Dinosaurs and ancient conifers that turned into oil
So what animal doesn't eat dead things that could inspire us
I like Cardinals or Baltimore Orioles
Blue Jays are nice
But we as a nation have decided to use the eagle
It's on our money
But when you think what this nation has done to the world
Maybe
Just maybe the eagle is the right on
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Posted: Jul 2017
About this poem:
Saw an eagle eating on a dead raccoon this morning on my way to my crappy job in Mineral Point.
Years Later
I have written about love, written about fate
I have written about war, written about hate
I have written about you, I have written about me
I have layed my heart out there for the world to see
I have bared my soul, never holding back
I have written about beauty and about my heart turning black
I have shared so much emotion, with so much depth
I have written about suicide when there was nothing left
And many years later, I write about truth
Of deception, tears, and letting go of you
I have written about dreams, and reoccurring nightmares
And many years later, they are still there
I have written about death, written about perfection
And what it is I see, when i see my reflection
A young boy with wild bewildering eyes
But like a flame doused with water, that too has died
I have learned from my mistakes, made a few more
It's like being trapped in a forever revolving door
I have put blood to pen, pen to paper
I have written about religion and forsaking the Maker
I have written with my tears falling down my cheek
I have written about being strong when I felt so weak
I have shared my fears with many, many others
But I know deep down inside, there's so much more to discover
I have written about war, written about hate
I have written about you, I have written about me
I have layed my heart out there for the world to see
I have bared my soul, never holding back
I have written about beauty and about my heart turning black
I have shared so much emotion, with so much depth
I have written about suicide when there was nothing left
And many years later, I write about truth
Of deception, tears, and letting go of you
I have written about dreams, and reoccurring nightmares
And many years later, they are still there
I have written about death, written about perfection
And what it is I see, when i see my reflection
A young boy with wild bewildering eyes
But like a flame doused with water, that too has died
I have learned from my mistakes, made a few more
It's like being trapped in a forever revolving door
I have put blood to pen, pen to paper
I have written about religion and forsaking the Maker
I have written with my tears falling down my cheek
I have written about being strong when I felt so weak
I have shared my fears with many, many others
But I know deep down inside, there's so much more to discover
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Posted: Jun 2017
Post CommentRace
They are here
They are there
Race is this place and that place
A face is a face
There is a lot of pain with this race
If we could just love everyone no matter what
Forget about Black History Month
And why is it called history?
What about her story?
It's seem to always be dominated by his story
War and greed
For the most part are male industries
So is this whole race debate just another tool to divide people
So the rich can just gooble up even more than they deserve
Let's just forget about race
And try to make this place
Wherever it is
A place worth living in
They are there
Race is this place and that place
A face is a face
There is a lot of pain with this race
If we could just love everyone no matter what
Forget about Black History Month
And why is it called history?
What about her story?
It's seem to always be dominated by his story
War and greed
For the most part are male industries
So is this whole race debate just another tool to divide people
So the rich can just gooble up even more than they deserve
Let's just forget about race
And try to make this place
Wherever it is
A place worth living in
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Posted: Apr 2017
About this poem:
I was watching Hotel Rwanda and was thinking about how differences in people can be used for some really evil atrocities.Driving Drunk
There are huge penalties for driving drunk
Or under the influence of a drug
Especially if it's your second offense
You have to go to jail for up to six months
Though it could be 55 days
There is the fine of over 1,000 dollars
There is the high risk insurance that could run over 100 bucks a month
You have to have an ignition interlock device installed on your car
You blow into it to start your car
Then you have to blow into it again after five minutes of driving
Then again about 30 minutes later
You lose your driver's license for one to one and a half years
If you kill or maim someone
Then you get more jail time and fines
Wisconsin is the only state that doesn't have criminal penalties for first offense
We also have a huge problem with drunk driving
Texting while driving is growing as a huge problem also
Or under the influence of a drug
Especially if it's your second offense
You have to go to jail for up to six months
Though it could be 55 days
There is the fine of over 1,000 dollars
There is the high risk insurance that could run over 100 bucks a month
You have to have an ignition interlock device installed on your car
You blow into it to start your car
Then you have to blow into it again after five minutes of driving
Then again about 30 minutes later
You lose your driver's license for one to one and a half years
If you kill or maim someone
Then you get more jail time and fines
Wisconsin is the only state that doesn't have criminal penalties for first offense
We also have a huge problem with drunk driving
Texting while driving is growing as a huge problem also
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Posted: Apr 2017
About this poem:
Ironically my nephew is spending his first full day in jail for driving while under the influence. He will get out around May 25. Happy April Fools!
No Peace
"Let's lock them up, let them kill themselves.
Let's beat them up, soon enough they'll kill themselves..."
This story's getting old, right?
200 years old, right?
Down in New South Wales,
this white Australian lady.
Takes a swing over nothing,
and without retaliating.
The aboriginal girl hits the ground,
lands there with a thud.
The police had suddenly taken her down,
then slammed on the cuffs.
Took her from there into lock-up
and put her into a room.
In this particular room the camera's were off,
the police surrounded her like fire fumes.
And very much like a pack of dingoes,
they went in for the attack.
Now this Aboriginal girl is consumed by hate,
her whole world is now turned black.
A mother looked for a job,
but was so often knocked back.
"We see you're Aboriginal
and there's a problem with that."
You see, we've had trouble with your kind before,
and so we are not employing.
But just so you know that's the only reason,
so good luck with your job searching!"
Thus, from generation to generation,
the hate spreads on.
And the government asks for acceptance,
from people who are done.
People who find it hard when from young they are pinned,
as a, "you never will amount to be anything."
People who find it hard when they're told that their dreams,
may mean something but aren't good for a damned thing.
White Australian father getting blamed,
for racism he has never displayed.
For assumed prejudice he never did say,
his love for all peoples now mucked and splayed.
"I have 2 aboriginal children and would never say that!,
that you're just another useless black.
Good for nothing but making babies and spat."
the last thing he said before he got smacked.
He was only ever proud and tried to mingle,
with those he thought of as his country's men.
Faith now lost because he was singled,
his heart filled with hate and all he condemns.
"Once upon a time I would have been your friend",
a white Australian mother says, "but no more."
"I can't take the chance that I may offend,
you see, I've had trouble with your kind before."
Thus, from generation to generation,
the hate spreads on.
And the government asks for acceptance,
from people who are done.
People who find it hard when they are already pinned,
as invaders who don't care for anything.
People whose ancestor's stories are so old,
"...it means nothing in this country that's not yours!", they're told.
Alcohol, drugs, minds breaking down,
fewer care to make a sound.
The next generation will soon find what is always found,
"Shh. Australia doesn't want you to make a sound!"
Unfortunate for those who are not racist as such,
there's so many who are, that this country's stuffed.
Not 200 years ago, not yesteryear,
No, not last night, but today, enough!
Misunderstandings will not bring peace,
undue blame does not bring peace.
Mistreatment will never make any peace,
hate does surely afford no peace.
Let's beat them up, soon enough they'll kill themselves..."
This story's getting old, right?
200 years old, right?
Down in New South Wales,
this white Australian lady.
Takes a swing over nothing,
and without retaliating.
The aboriginal girl hits the ground,
lands there with a thud.
The police had suddenly taken her down,
then slammed on the cuffs.
Took her from there into lock-up
and put her into a room.
In this particular room the camera's were off,
the police surrounded her like fire fumes.
And very much like a pack of dingoes,
they went in for the attack.
Now this Aboriginal girl is consumed by hate,
her whole world is now turned black.
A mother looked for a job,
but was so often knocked back.
"We see you're Aboriginal
and there's a problem with that."
You see, we've had trouble with your kind before,
and so we are not employing.
But just so you know that's the only reason,
so good luck with your job searching!"
Thus, from generation to generation,
the hate spreads on.
And the government asks for acceptance,
from people who are done.
People who find it hard when from young they are pinned,
as a, "you never will amount to be anything."
People who find it hard when they're told that their dreams,
may mean something but aren't good for a damned thing.
White Australian father getting blamed,
for racism he has never displayed.
For assumed prejudice he never did say,
his love for all peoples now mucked and splayed.
"I have 2 aboriginal children and would never say that!,
that you're just another useless black.
Good for nothing but making babies and spat."
the last thing he said before he got smacked.
He was only ever proud and tried to mingle,
with those he thought of as his country's men.
Faith now lost because he was singled,
his heart filled with hate and all he condemns.
"Once upon a time I would have been your friend",
a white Australian mother says, "but no more."
"I can't take the chance that I may offend,
you see, I've had trouble with your kind before."
Thus, from generation to generation,
the hate spreads on.
And the government asks for acceptance,
from people who are done.
People who find it hard when they are already pinned,
as invaders who don't care for anything.
People whose ancestor's stories are so old,
"...it means nothing in this country that's not yours!", they're told.
Alcohol, drugs, minds breaking down,
fewer care to make a sound.
The next generation will soon find what is always found,
"Shh. Australia doesn't want you to make a sound!"
Unfortunate for those who are not racist as such,
there's so many who are, that this country's stuffed.
Not 200 years ago, not yesteryear,
No, not last night, but today, enough!
Misunderstandings will not bring peace,
undue blame does not bring peace.
Mistreatment will never make any peace,
hate does surely afford no peace.
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Posted: Feb 2017
About this poem:
Something I began writing last year but as I tend to do, I got side-tracked and didn't finish. It is now done.Written with no offence to anyone and if you have taken offence, chances are you've missed the point.
No More Love
The world is on the verge of hell,
Undergoing a terrible spell.
The Angels weep from heaven above,
Watching the world lose all its love.
Innocent people have lost their lives
All for the greed of the propertied.
Wars have ravished any goodness left.
Brought about a lot of hurt and theft.
The world, once pure has been corrupted
With the venomous poison of those who run it.
Those who've been chosen to lead the world,
Manipulate individuals and don't keep their word.
The populace now regrets their decision
To trust mankind in the hands of politicians.
Humanity is shattered because it was all massacred
By the ruling powers of the world.
There is no more love in a world so tough,
Due to the everlasting evil
That has dominated the world primeval.
Although evil has a strong grip,
Good will never let the world slip
Into the hands of those who wish to harm
And lead all good souls to their death.
Good always triumphs,
And overcomes all defiance.
Undergoing a terrible spell.
The Angels weep from heaven above,
Watching the world lose all its love.
Innocent people have lost their lives
All for the greed of the propertied.
Wars have ravished any goodness left.
Brought about a lot of hurt and theft.
The world, once pure has been corrupted
With the venomous poison of those who run it.
Those who've been chosen to lead the world,
Manipulate individuals and don't keep their word.
The populace now regrets their decision
To trust mankind in the hands of politicians.
Humanity is shattered because it was all massacred
By the ruling powers of the world.
There is no more love in a world so tough,
Due to the everlasting evil
That has dominated the world primeval.
Although evil has a strong grip,
Good will never let the world slip
Into the hands of those who wish to harm
And lead all good souls to their death.
Good always triumphs,
And overcomes all defiance.
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Posted: Feb 2017
Post CommentKmart is Closing
Kmart is closing
And I know why
This Walmart effect makes me want to cry
The people have spoken with their money
But I don't think it is funny
The good jobs
Well they are going away
Being replaced by jobs with no pay
The benefits are too small
And the kids they are trying to raise just want to bawl
The internet is part of the problem too
Macy's stores are closing around you
So where are the people supposed to go
To reap what they sow
The billionaires laugh at the plight
Of this unfairness day and night
March is when Kmart is going to close
Get 20% off a pair of panty hose!
And I know why
This Walmart effect makes me want to cry
The people have spoken with their money
But I don't think it is funny
The good jobs
Well they are going away
Being replaced by jobs with no pay
The benefits are too small
And the kids they are trying to raise just want to bawl
The internet is part of the problem too
Macy's stores are closing around you
So where are the people supposed to go
To reap what they sow
The billionaires laugh at the plight
Of this unfairness day and night
March is when Kmart is going to close
Get 20% off a pair of panty hose!
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Posted: Jan 2017
About this poem:
Saw two people standing with signs advertising 20% at Kmart today. The wind chill must be below zero. I am suprised they lasted this long. My job was cut two weeks after one of these Walmart superstores opened in 2006. For every one of these Walmarts that open, 300 jobs are cut from the community, and replaced by 330 Walmart jobs that have far lower pay and benefits.I'm Ashamed
I'm ashamed
I'm ashamed of my weight
my teeth
my complexion
my income
my work place
my apartment building
Our treatment of other countries like Iraq and Afghanistan
Our bullies who never get the punishment they deserve
The way we treat gays and lesbians
The way we treat the elderly
The way we treat the students and college students in this country
The massive debt of college loans and national debt
The litterbugs
The people who yell
The people who don't visit their parents
People on cell phones in public
Potholes
Roundabouts on the street
Walmart and the treatment of their workers
President Obama and the rest since I have been born
The drug laws
Our prison system
Drones
Bottled water
Music after the 80's
I'm ashamed of my weight
my teeth
my complexion
my income
my work place
my apartment building
Our treatment of other countries like Iraq and Afghanistan
Our bullies who never get the punishment they deserve
The way we treat gays and lesbians
The way we treat the elderly
The way we treat the students and college students in this country
The massive debt of college loans and national debt
The litterbugs
The people who yell
The people who don't visit their parents
People on cell phones in public
Potholes
Roundabouts on the street
Walmart and the treatment of their workers
President Obama and the rest since I have been born
The drug laws
Our prison system
Drones
Bottled water
Music after the 80's
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
There is a huge list of things, these are just a few that came to mind. I remember how heartbroken I was when I found out that Milli Vanilli didn't sing their own songs. I really believed in them.A Bad Day
Woke up at 3 am
Couldn't get back to sleep
I worried till 6 am about all things deep
The stolen election by Hillary and my crappy job
So mad where my life is that I wish I had a grenade to lob
I arrive at work, my stomach in knots
I feel like a bucket of fish heads left to rot
The day goes by painfully slow, the jerk starts to yell
Want so bad to punch him in the head like a dinner bell
Feelin depressed, feeling paranoid
If I could just get a job where I could avoid
All these mean people that are everywhere
Even my mean dad likes to blare
So where is heaven cause this sure feels like hell
My only escape it seems is watching sitcoms with women like Nell
Gimme a Break! like the show says
I harken back to the old days when I ate candy like PEZ
Couldn't get back to sleep
I worried till 6 am about all things deep
The stolen election by Hillary and my crappy job
So mad where my life is that I wish I had a grenade to lob
I arrive at work, my stomach in knots
I feel like a bucket of fish heads left to rot
The day goes by painfully slow, the jerk starts to yell
Want so bad to punch him in the head like a dinner bell
Feelin depressed, feeling paranoid
If I could just get a job where I could avoid
All these mean people that are everywhere
Even my mean dad likes to blare
So where is heaven cause this sure feels like hell
My only escape it seems is watching sitcoms with women like Nell
Gimme a Break! like the show says
I harken back to the old days when I ate candy like PEZ
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Posted: Oct 2016
About this poem:
I have the day off today which I am thankful for. There are certainly people with worse days than this. Like George Carlin said, "What do white people have to be blue about? White people have to realize their job is to give people the blues, not to get them."Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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