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I CAN’T BREATHE, by Pendullum

For years you’ve suffocated me with your hatred and malice,
You’ve pinned me down with your racial prejudice,
Dishing out your warped brand of justice,
Forced me to drink from your poisoned chalice,
Now it’s gotten so much that I can’t breathe.

Your injustices keep pressing me down,
You only care that my skin is brown,
All you want to do to me when we cross paths is to go to town,
You get your gun out and burst open my crown,
I guess it doesn’t matter to you that I can’t breathe.

This same shit happened to George Floyd,
I guess his skin colour made his human rights void,
All his dreams and ambitions you guys just foiled,
You see a black man and you immediately get buoyed,
It didn’t matter to you that he couldn’t breathe.

Even without cause, you treat us like criminals,
Time and again, you spill our blood like animals,
We are not safe in the streets, subways or bus terminals,
We get victimized just for being different, for being radicals,
Yet it doesn’t bother you that your hate won’t let me breathe.

Black, white, red – we are all human,
Whether you are educated or a layman,
We are all born of a woman.
So if we are all human,
Then why doesn’t it matter to you that I can’t breathe?

© Pendullum.

I’ll See You Again, by Famela Marie

I’ll see you again when the sun comes out in the morning
like nothing has happened and I wasn’t crying.
I’ll see you again when the rainbow shows up after the rain
as if it is telling me to throw away all the pain.
I’ll see you again when I’m done whispering to the moon
that I will be able to forget you soon.
I’ll see you again when I hear the songs play
and it already means nothing to me.

I’ll see you again when that day comes
and I can see that smile again on my face
and thinking about you doesn’t make my heartbeats race.
I’ll see you again when I see a shooting star
and not wishing to have you in my arms.
I’ll see you again when the evening comes
and I’m not crying at 3 A.M.
I’ll see you again when my heart still remembers you
but never recognizes this feeling I once had for you.

TO THE MOUNTAIN TO FREEDOM, by Dean Fraser

She had journeyed far from the valley below
Through many trials compelled to undergo
Ascent the hardest choice and yet no choice
Listening as she had to her own inner voice
Her focus, her life spent climbing upwards
Often two steps forward, one backwards
Determinedly she continued her endless quest
Grateful to know the mountain, deeply blessed
Looking back she sees obstacles now long gone
She knew they would pass if she only pushed on
Trials and tribulations tested if she is faint hearted
Immeasurable distance from where she started
Her ascent to the summit, her own path taken
One dimensional existence long since forsaken
And yet the path now also seems to be gone
She pondered with an open mind thereupon
Panic and worry having long since been banished
Looking back every obstacle has now also vanished
Considering her journey in her own minds eye
Dawning realisation hit her, now she could FLY!

Taken from 247 Poems

Dean Fraser – The Quantum Poet (www.deanfrasercentral.com)

I Am Not Depressed, by @Therapy Poet

They said pain is indescribable
I didn’t understand, until I felt it,
The feeling it brings is so unspeakable
All the same I had to keep fit.

I’ve had a few bruises
Huge scars that can’t be hidden with glues,
Memories filled with hunted streets
Layers of pain; life filled with secrets.

For years, I made my bed on self pity
Tears were the only liquid offered for me to drink,
It was so because the hurt sank in deep
Time came when I had to admit…

I am not Depressed!
Maybe life was so unfair to me
Keeping me in places I could not forget
Crushing me to the point of no respect
But to this effect,
I will protect all that I have left.

I am not Depressed!
That is a statement you should ingest,
This time I totally refuse to be suppressed
This is an issue I have to address
Because unfortunately, you have transgressed.

For the last time,
I am not Depressed!
Life knocked me down just one-time
Now I’m set out on a quest,
A quest to reinvest in myself
I do not seek your opinion neither do I want you to be impressed,
But get this one sentence into your head,
I am not Depressed!

Written by
@Therapy Poet

Number 87, The Fountain, by Bill Mumford

The snib string was pushed through grandfather’s door
Well-worn by the tug of neighbours’ hands.
Let out during the day, pulled in at night
Hefted children, weans, keen to explore.
“No going to the Bog Side or Creggan”
“No cheeking old man Walker- he’s not right”

Tribal childcare, fed wherever we were
Never any trouble: “we know your ma”.
And god knew everything we were thinking-
Even before we did. We were wary.
Found places that were under the radar
Feral- until the string was pulled in.

We snook over to see Derry City
“Avert your eyes from the graven imagery!”

The Keening Curlew, by Bill Mumford

Hail, blown by Artic Maritime wind
Stings. Westmorland whitens, all sound freezes.
I take shelter in a silent lime kiln
Stone cold. No fire here, all warmth has been mined.
Pulled my dog close- wary with unease
Numbed. Quiet, waiting as the cold seeps in.

Steam of light cuts through an icy veil
Glimpses of a silhouette, then the lament
As a curlew keens his incantation.
His lovelorn song tells such a sad tale
Memories of moors filled with enchantment-
His thoughts turn- for hope and expectation.

They say: birth chimes bring the sick belief
Moment of joy in a landscape of grief

“We have forgotten how to be good guests, how to walk lightly on the earth as its other creatures do.” — Art of Quotation

“We have forgotten how to be good guests, how to walk lightly on the earth as its other creatures do.” — Barbara Ward, economist, author

via “We have forgotten how to be good guests, how to walk lightly on the earth as its other creatures do.” — Art of Quotation

“It’s a sad reflection on society how many people are shocked by honesty… and how few by dishonesty.” — Art of Quotation

“It’s a sad reflection on society how many people are shocked by honesty… and how few by dishonesty.” ― Noël Coward, playwright, from the play Blithe Spirit

via “It’s a sad reflection on society how many people are shocked by honesty… and how few by dishonesty.” — Art of Quotation

“The key to leadership is recognizing you’re not the smartest guy in the room.” — Art of Quotation

“The key to leadership is recognizing you’re not the smartest guy in the room.” Mitt Romney, Republican Senator

via “The key to leadership is recognizing you’re not the smartest guy in the room.” — Art of Quotation

“It’s ironic that those who till the soil, cultivate and harvest the fruits, vegetables, and other foods that fill your tables with abundance have nothing left for themselves.” — Art of Quotation

It’s ironic that those who till the soil, cultivate and harvest the fruits, vegetables, and other foods that fill your tables with abundance have nothing left for themselves. Cesar Chavez, activist, “An Organizer’s Tale: Speeches”, p.352, Penguin Image: Migrant Worker on Highway, Dorothea Lange

via “It’s ironic that those who till the soil, cultivate and harvest the fruits, vegetables, and other foods that fill your tables with abundance have nothing left for themselves.” — Art of Quotation