Last Edited Ballad Poems (1,148)

Present mandate encourages demonizing White's
minority criticism violation of human right's
Endless propagandizing to validate victimhood
overplayed nonsense thwarts potential brotherhood

Blacks shamelessly preach unequal treatment
their actions in no way equivalent
Societies heightened anxiety minorities own
falsehoods shouted outta every microphone

Black leaders simply bury their head
silent about shooting each other dead
They obviously love fueling the flame
long ago mastered deflecting blame

Only blacks have endured victimization
their culture alone faces discrimination
Forget Uyghurs only black's matter
BLM newest spewing racist chatter

Stop promulgating such divisive nonsense
try grasping the collateral consequence
Let us ALL live free
if not 'America 1st' flee

1.Not all male foreigners are bad,
U have 4-flavors in these classes of men including the black and white American Males.
You have the Good,
The Bad,
And The Ugly!
And Those Men That Are Married To Evil.

Something has been lost
We didn’t have time to fully enjoy
Not that is actually ever belonged
Even as brief as a glint in your eye
A sly smile on your cheek
I felt your heart slow down
And all of that time stands still
All the flashes from the many
Raindrops like silvery dots
Soaking us in purist delight
Your blue eyes looking out
Under your gaze of deep darkness
Dazzle and fills my naked heart

Kindred spirits can’t remain apart.
All the land and seas cannot divide.
Remnants of our former we still are.
Rarest gems must not be cast aside.
Our fate is written in the stars.
Love I’ve felt for you I cannot hide.

Lovely you, your skin your eyes and hair.
Everything for you I’d do I swear.
Vast, deep, through to marrow, bone,
Years pass my love you’ve always known.

I will,

Love you until,
One day past eternity,
Verse and chapter, through adversity and
Every day after.

U!

Should I drop you this note
I drew up waiting for a bowl of gumbo?
I was dining alone
cause naturally, again, you're a no-show.
You thought I didn't know
about dirty dancing in the shadows,
doing your two stepping two-timing tango
at the by-the-hour worn seedy bungalow,
with your three undercover maestros—
Larry, Curly, and Moe!?
Welcome to Dante's Inferno!
Yet I do recall the good days of old.
You are playing the blues on the bongos.
Does it make sense? Maybe so,
since locked in the hollows
sits a dusty jazz piano.
Lockjaw deny your solos
blowing the piccolo
but one still can always grow
popping pimple faced souls
until the end of tomorrow.
Sorry to lash out, I'm just feeling my sorrow.
I‘m losing you, my Piedmont pillow.
Anyway, do you recall it started as a joke
writing "Ode to the Fallen Angel, Billie Joe”
starring in the Twilight Zone.
The ode unfolds
before fleeing on rails like a hobo
down Mt. Kilimanjaro,
it starts to snow.
During which she had an episode
losing her halo
slipping from her dome
when dipping her bent toe
into the dark cosmos
when suddenly she sinks into a forbidden doze.
Like banging one's funny bone,
It provokes an overgrown
Purple one eyed one horn fire breathing hippo
slurping down a school of translucent minnows.
Flops herself onto a rising manifesting moonstone
after the beast's deep bellow,
She escapes by the skin of her nose
sneaking out in stealth mode,
beneath a timely magic downy robe
but still, her loss was a dire load.
Yet, the halo plunged like an oscillating gizmo.
Topping light (What did Einstein smoke?),
when heading for ground zero.
Somehow catching in slow-mo
a swooping sparrow
snatching it up by coming in low
but dropping it like a dirty hoe
on seeing a dancing scarecrow
doing the mambo
with a Hispanic hallucinating gringo.
Never scare off the black feather fellows—
each of them having a mind of their own.
Scavengers are at home
grilling up some squirming lizard toads
on the torched summer back roads,
down like US 95 thru Moscow
of course, not in Russia but Idaho.
Yet the halo continued to roll,
for years through, God only knows
till it finally landed in Chicago
on the Antiques Roadshow.
Shown off by an ancient crone
or was it the halo-less Billie Joe,
who is in incognito
sadly, needing some extra dough,
who lived by her lone,
making a cameo?
After snorting too much ginkgo
she began drooling over its host,
a fat sweaty Longfellow,
who smelled like pork roast.
By sampling his ear lobe
on buttered milk toast
she outdid her hero
the flaming Vincent Van Gogh!
Anyway, back to the poor bloke,
During a ceasefire and seeing nothing that doesn't show.
Was bemoaning a logjam love flow
When caught dangling at the end of his rope
swinging low to the tune of Desperado
oozing in and out from solid-state radio.
Horribly, giving up the ghost,
wearing a black necktie yoke
(An unforgiving dress code).
starting with Edison's first hello,
a silent telephone
freshly landmines, another crushed mofo.

The Quotes Garden
*** Part III – Poetic lines in two verses ***
*** Believe – ***



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“Believe –
True stories weave;
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Spindle twist,
Beneath thy sleeve; -
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Quill and ink, -
Epitaphs cleave;
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Ticking heart,
Pulsing my wrist -
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Shall I sink,
Silent, to grieve?..
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Believe, –
Dreams come true!..
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While me and you,
Within a heave -
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Two stars blink,
- Adam and Eve;
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Shadows kissed
- All we have missed…”
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©Th3Mirr0r

(2017-2019)

The Quotes Garden
*** Part III – Poetic lines in two verses ***
*** Hurray!.. ***



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“Hurray, hurray! –
Sun, bless this day!..
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Middle of may,
Burnt shadows, fray; -
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Sweet cherries, sway, -
Tiny girls, play;
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Hurray, hurray,
Glimpse of a ray!.. -
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Along the brae,
Shy willows, pray;
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Sweet dolls of hay, –
Flowers of bay!..
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All sing, to stay!
Where shall I lay?.. -
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Bees, in a spray,
- Humming my way:
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Hurray, hurray!..
- Leaving away…”
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©Th3Mirr0r

(2017-2019)

The Quotes Garden
*** Part III – Poetic lines in two verses ***
*** O, nightingale!.. ***



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“O, nightingale, –
Merciful beak!..
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A fairytale,
Where shall I seek?!..
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Thy voice, so meek, -
My silence’ ,peak;
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When rising gale,
Follow thine trail, -
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Wither, or pale,
Lifting the veil;
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Leaves, on the scale, –
My heart?! A tick!..
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O, nightingale!
Thy art so frail, -
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Bless me, to speak!
- Wisest, the snail!..
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Thy chest, a jail,
- My love, a squeak!..”
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©Th3Mirr0r

(2017-2019)

Today is like any other some say,
But nothing comes easy hard is the way.

Someday I’ll make something good of myself.
Someday I’ll be famous and have so much wealth.
Someday I’ll save up and get me that thing.
Someday I’ll succeed and live out my dream.
Someday I’ll have and won’t know what to do with.
Someday I’ll marry her I swear I’m gon’ do it.
Someday day I’ll quit for real, for good.
Someday I’ll get fit and lower my blood.
Someday I’m certain, you get the gist.
One day I’ll get sick of living like this,

But someday can wait for a season because,
I know it will come I just put it on pause.
I know what I said before but I meant,
Some other day when time is well spent.

Today I will act like a coward and so,
Today I’m afraid that my shadow might grow.
Today I just need more rest, more sleep.
Today it’s bad weather and snow covered streets.
Today it’s still early it’s only begun,
Today it’s too late and the evening has come.
Today I am willing to settle for less,
Today I can’t give it my all or my best.
Today is just Monday of course there’s still time,
Sunday’s a day of rest, I must get mine.

Today there are so many reasons why,
you will not decide, you don’t feel alive.
How long has it been? Maybe it was five,
Or more years ago when it first was a lie.

Was it New Year’s Day or the date of your birth?
Precious that day, but what was it worth?
Plans, a bright future can be delayed,
But Someday, that day for you is today!
WbJS 1/4/23

He doesn’t impose, He doesn’t demand,
He only persuades; with a gentle hand
The God within us tries to guide our path.
His presence is silence, His touch is slight;
Forever invisible, whether day or night.
Yet still is able to fashion our heart…
If only we would let Him.

The GOD within us is a gift from above,
Given as a promise by the GOD who is Love.
Such a gift is priceless, and we’ll never know its power
If we don’t acknowledge it's worth.