Genre is Poetry Prayer/Surrounded by Love- Sancti-Fly Mama
Surrounded by Love by Sancti-Fly Mama
LAWS OF KINDNESS ARE ALL BEHIND THIS…BEFORE THE EVIL MATCH LIT ITS
NUGATORY FIRE, HE ALREADY CAST AWAY EVIL DESIRES OF WICKEDNESS AS
YOUR NUMBER ONE DISMISSED HIT; BOILING OVER IN YOUR BLOODLINE; STUCK
IN A THICK BATTERED CRUST OF YUMMY LOVE NUGGETS TO KILL DARKNESS
TRYING TO REFILL ITSELF INTO THE BREW OF YOUR MORNING BLISS, AS GOD
KISSES YOU UP. HIS LOVE NEVER FAILED YOU…YOU’RE SURROUNDED BY HIS
TRUTH; SMOTHERED IN HIS COVERS! HIS UNCONDITIONAL LOVE IS ON THE SIDE
AS YOUR SPIRITUAL GUIDE TO FLOW IN…PLENTY-MANY EPISODES LEFT
UNTOLD BY YOU WHEN YOU WERE DROWNING IN A FOISON OF UNTRUTHS, LIKE
A FOOL; HIS LOVE DID NOT HESITATE TO MAKE A WAY OF ESCAPE FOR YOU.
A DIVINE DELIGHT OF HIS REIGN KEEPING YOU SANE DESPITE ALL THE THINGS
YOU’VE BEEN THROUGH… CONFESSIONS OF INTERNATIONAL BLESSINGS OF NO
SHAME; WHY BOTHER WITH HEART TROUBLE AND HEART PROBLEMS…KISS
AND LICK YOUR FAITH WITH HIS LOVING GRACE TO RUN THE RACE PRESET FOR
YOU TO TRIUMPH, IN; ATTACKED IN THE BEST SIDE-TRACK OF THE EFFECTUAL
PRAYERS OF INTERCESSORS WHO PRAY NIGHT AND DAY FOR YOUR
SAFETY…TEACHING YOU HOW TO ALWAYS WIN; PUSHING YOU IN THE
KNOWLEDGE TO TURN ENEMIES INTO FRIENDS…KNOCKED UP IN LOVE!
INFECTED DAILY IN A PRAYER COMA, INSTIGATED BY YOUR HUSBAND/YOUR
WIFE TO KEEP YOU IN A SECURE COVENANT ENGRAVED AND PRESERVED IN THE
PROVENANCE OF A SANCTI-FLY LIFE.
HEAVEN AND EARTH SHALL PASS AWAY. YOU’RE WALKING IN TRUTH! NO MORE
CHAINS; A DIVINE DECREE OF BELIEF TO WALK IN THE WAY OF NO DEFEAT. YOU
HUFF AND PUFF ADDICTED TO BEING TOUGH; ACTING LIKE YOU’RE SO
HARD…AS YOUR GRANDPARENT’S LOVE AND PRAYERS CRIED OUT TO THE ONE
AND ONLY TRUE LIVING GOD, ON YOUR BEHALF; YOU MADE IT ON
THROUGH…DIDN’T YOU! YOU’RE SURROUNDED BY LOVE IN YOUR FACE AND
BEHIND YOUR BACK!
MAY YOU BE RUN OVER WITH FORGIVENESS AND TOLERANCE; DROWNING IN
COMPASSION AND RESPECT; KEEPING YOU AT RISK TO BE SURROUNDED BY
LOVE! YOU ARE SURROUNDED BY A LOVE THAT TOUCHES YOU AT ALL
TIMES…HE WILL NOT TAKE HIS HANDS OFF YOU. HIS LOVE-STAINS ARE ALL
AROUND; DRIPPING ON YOUR HEART RIGHT FROM THE VERY START; OILING
YOUR JOINTS TO POINT YOU TO HIS LOVE!
Who do u you call when your heart is broken. Where does love begin to form. Is it through a simple touch? My grandpa said “it’s in the hands my grandchild that holds us together.”
Genre:Funeral, Family
Grandfathers Love
Who do u you call when your heart is broken. Where does love begin to form. Is it through a simple touch? My grandpa said “it’s in the hands my grandchild that holds us together.”
We must not cherish the most costly items and we must not bury the future. True love lasted through my grandpa’s hands. He knew what it took to love his best friend; his lady and put God first when there are failed moments. He knew that keeping his wife with God as his robe kept them alive; but today is the day we mourn having lost him, and rejoice at the fact he was reunited with his long lost love.
My heart ached when he asked me “should he too go” when my grandmother left. Are materials and unforgivable arguments worth losing your right hand? My grandpa held her right hand whenever they traversed the Coney Island boardwalk. Bought her a hot dog to share and spare his last twenty five cents to keep her happy.
He always confided in The Good Book most deny. However he always reminds me a man isn’t a man until he’s met with God. Forgiving is rejecting all feelings of your own not because the persons right, but because he too has forgiving you. During this time, I’m starting to find my grandfather held all the keys to my grandma’s heart. Love God first, your spouse second and everything else will fall in its place.
What I’m trying to say is our generation no longer knows what love is. It’s not the status on social media, nor is it lusting after someone new – it’s through our hands. These life lines carry our tears and secrets but when held with someone, really anyone that you love, we can all agree we’ve experienced my grandpa’s kind of love he spoke of.
Shadows fooling all trying to help the situation hid as a facade of stability and love was all that could be seen as no one suspected the plot that was forming
Whispers in the night became louder as her lies and deception grew
Genre: Dark, Family, Evil, and Hurt
Evils Deception by Barbara Hunt
Shadows fooling all trying to help the situation hid as a facade of stability and love as no one suspected the plot that was forming
Whispers in the night became louder as her lies and deception grew
Darkness soon surrounded all involved as they became engulfed slowly losing pieces of there soul in the warm silence
Her tendrils erupted as the air thinned and a deafening cry was heard as anger and realization reared there heads ready to end all plots
Betrayal stung as bile grew in there throats as there hatred almost as black as the tendrils consumed them freezing the warmth of there blood
No one knew what would happen so as they took a shallow breathe they looked into the face of evil and smiled ready for the fight to the death
2) How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?
To feel that they can do more than just watch television and be passive to the world around them.
3) How long have you been writing poetry?
For about three years
4) Do you have a favorite poet?
Robert Frost
5) What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
I’ve had a good response from my poem and want to share it with others, getting it performed by a professional actor would make it more accessible for people.
6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
I’ve written short stories in the past but find poetry easy as it help me to communicate my thoughts and ideas better.
7) What is your passion in life?
Writing, performing, exploring life.
Trying to understand people.
I intend to reach the universe without losing my soul
I’m the Great Grandson of the Forefathers
Like those four sons who were left by their four fathers
I will claim & protect my birth right
From the East to the West, its dawn then comes night
The soil keeps the flash of those before us
We can’t all speak the so called universal language
Its jewel that brightens up our Africa
Before the sun came to pass.
Trust in your native self, and write the next page
We are caged, by our thoughts
We are lost! We can’t see the Genius in Us
Their tombs are engraved the words that fought
Our weakness
The Pyramids sculptured that which is taught
Our inventions
Fallen Kings, still cry for their kingdoms
They never trusted the Genius in Us
Tremor shook, we stood
Unveiling the thoughts we never understood
Encrypt the codes of poverty
Decode the codes of poetry
Revising the education Africa taught
Regain the genius you lost
I Am the Great Grandson of our Forefathers,
Genes of their Nature is with Me,
I Am the fruit birthed by our Godly Mothers
I have their Genius In Me
Their words cut.
Their words sting.
Their words hit hard,
And all day through my head I can hear them ring.
They bully me for who I am,
Genre: Rhyme, Bully, Society
Their words cut.
Their words sting.
Their words hit hard,
And all day through my head I can hear them ring.
They bully me for who I am,
They torment me for the things I can’t change;
I wish things would be different,
I pray that life will be rearranged.
At school,
The other kids know that I’m gay.
And they belittle me for it,
Day after day.
“Faggot” I hear as I walk through the halls.
“Queer” I see written on bathroom stalls.
“Homo” they shout as they shove me to the floor.
“Fairy” they scream as they slam me into locker doors.
In class notes are passed,
Notes slanderous to me;
The teachers do nothing,
They just pretend not to see.
On the bus I am tripped,
I am never saved a seat;
This is what I’ve endured,
For week after week.
Once I’m home,
Things really don’t change;
My family hasn’t been the same,
Since they’ve known I was gay.
It saddens me to say,
That it comes as no surprise,
When my own parents won’t even look me in the eyes.
My siblings treat me different,
Too young,
And brought up with too much ignorance to see,
That they cannot “catch gay” from me.
I wish I could show them,
I wish they would listen.
But their minds are made up,
The stigmas have them locked in a prison.
Being gay is part of who I am,
And it wasn’t a choice;
It’s as much a part of me,
As my face or my voice.
Now,
I’ve heard people say,
That things get better;
That people change,
And soon we’ll all live happily together.
Well,
If all that’s so true,
Then answer me this;
Why do my boyfriend and I get beaten,
Should in public we kiss?
Why does a government by the people,
Make me feel ashamed;
And take away my marriage rights,
When all I want to take is a last name?
And finally tell me,
Who are you to decide,
Whether or not I can sit in the hospital,
And hold my partner’s hand while he dies.
Don’t judge,
Don’t bully;
This is what we’ve all heard.
But actions,
They speak louder than words.
We’re told these things,
But they’re never enforced;
Maybe if they were,
My life wouldn’t feel so cursed;
Maybe I wouldn’t feel as though my tormentors were right,
Maybe I wouldn’t have to wait for day,
In a seemingly eternal night.
Yes,
Things could be done,
But seldom they are;
People often talk of extending a helping hand,
But they never go as far.
Oh well,
I’ve said about all I can say.
It’s not like anyone cares,
Or would listen anyways.
If you’re reading this now,
Know that one thing is right;
I’ve been beaten so much,
That I’ve lost the will to fight.
I’ve gone upstairs,
Locked the bathroom door;
I still hear hateful words,
Making my conscious sore.
I drew a warm water bath,
Took a deep breath and took out a knife;
Rather than take more torment,
I’ve taken my life.
No place to sleep, no bread to eat
Dragging her feet through the cars of the train,
In an awkward run, begs for change to maintain
THE HEARTLESS AND THE HOMELESS
By: Carlyn Soulei Thomas
Homeless woman on the street
No place to sleep, no bread to eat
Dragging her feet through the cars of the train,
In an awkward run, begs for change to maintain
Poverty knows no color, no creed
Still the rich wants more, beyond what they need
While the poor, still poorer
Prays for the day they’ll get over
Such a disgrace, such a shame
And I’m partly to blame
See, I’ve been those staring eyes
Those friendly smiles in disguise,
While disgusted, I’m feeling inside
As they pass, my legs pull aside
Hold my breath,
While fighting the urge to get upset
Deep inside, I’ve been unkind
Though to lend a hand, I never mind
Human nature? Or just plain immature?
Still the matter at hand,
Crucial, but buried beneath the sand
Take a minute to listen and you’ll understand
The world is like Jack and Jill
And almost everything is treated with a pill
Society has a lot of missing screws
Recession has everyone singing the blues
The freedom to choose has been abused
And now we live in a world confused
Still day after day I aim to change,
Though obstacles hit at every range
Kindness is contagious
But hand in hand goes no further than being written on pages
Current events are more and more outrageous
Are you brave enough to face it?
“A single act of kindness throws out roots in all directions and the roots spring up and make new trees.”
-Amelia Earhart
“There is no probable cause to insinuate that my vehicle may contain any evidence of a crime. Believe me officer, you’re wasting your time”
They’re thrown off by your response of knowing your rights, and intimidated by your courage to stand up and fight.
“I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU IN COURT!”
Said the late Sandra Bland. After being slammed to ground by a white man. Who pulled her over for failing to indicate, then yanked her out of her car, and tried to insinuate, that she would kick and scream and was downright rebellious, but in all actuality that woman was helpless. They took her to jail, and left her to die. Then couldn’t even tell us how she died or why
until an autopsy report ruled it was suicide, But if you ask me, they killed her because of her pride. They took away her rights and left her with no choice. She’s not here to defend herself So we’ll just have to be her voice.
They’ll abuse our people, we’ll get it on camera, but still…That wouldn’t be enough. They’ll excuse their behavior get a pat on the back for dealing with our people so rough.
43 year old asthmatic father of six, accused of allegedly selling untaxed cigarettes, by the same officer who made him feel harassed, Which was the same officer who choked him while he gasped “I can’t breathe” over and over, But still smothers him relentlessly until he lost complete composure. We stand here today, sending condolences and saying “Rest In Peace” To Eric Garner who lost his life in the custody of the police. Just like Freddie Gray, who died from unnecessary force because police officers decided to throw him in the back of the van aggressively
with no remorse, but before all of that, they bent his legs back while pressing their knee into his neck all because he’s black. They tried to say it was because of his possession of an illegal knife meanwhile they arrested him before the knife was even in sight he cried out in pain, while being dragged across the floor, then furthermore sustained injuries from not being secured. He went into a coma and fractured his spine and instead of rushing to his needs they just took their time. It’s not fair, but they don’t care. They never loved our people we’ve always been aware.
Living in color has many ups, but more downs because even with your hands up, you get shot like Mike Brown. Who surrendered the fight that was becoming intense against an officer that shot him and claimed self defense. He fired six times and twice to the head which was the last two shots that left Brown dead. If it were us behind the gun, they wouldn’t cut any slack. They’d look at what was done and the fact that we’re black. Then that would be enough for them to throw us away, there would be justice for that victim the very next day. They wouldn’t hesitate for a minute to take away our rights and they’ll even find reasons to justify taking our lives.
12 year old boy playing with a pellet gun, another regular day in the park just having some toy fun. Until a call was made that he could potentially be holding a pistol, though the message was relayed, they forgot to mention “POTENTIAL”. So when the two police officers arrived to the scene, they let off two shots immediately. They didn’t even check to see if the gun was real, although Tamir lifted his shirt to try and reveal that the gun was just a toy and he didn’t mean any harm. So there wasn’t any reason for anyone to be alarmed, but they didn’t give him a chance to prove the gun was fake. They later discovered that part when it was too late. The officer lied a numerous amount of times About the procedures he failed to take which ended Tamir’s life. But no one was punished for the situation that occurred and no justice for the family for the pain they’ve endured.
Police brutality has been an issue within black communities for years. The law is meant to protect our people not have us living in fear. We aren’t privileged because of the color of our skin in this society, they make it hard for our people to win. The melanin of our skin isn’t what defines us though, the melanin of our skin is what made us tough. We can do anything if we just believe all of our goals can and will be achieved. They tell us we can’t do it and we should give up, but we’ve been thru it to know that enough is enough. They think we are animals, uneducated and ignorant. They look at our faces then automatically pass judgment. We will no longer allow anyone to hold us back, We are proud of how far we’ve come and proud to be Black. If we just stick together and keep love in our hearts, there’s nothing this world can do to tear us apart.
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