No paradigm of peace will ever dwell
Upon the land of evil and the outcasts
Who are not evil, but were born in hell
And this alienates them from the lucky ones
Who despise those unfortunates, believing
They’ve drawn the short straw they deserved for sins
Of their forefathers, which seems merely decieving
To the unfortunates, for they’re not welcomed in
The lands of lucky, and those habitants of hell
Don’t understand the laws of kinship from the Bible
And this exacerbates their fates so well
That makes them feel a bit upset about arrival
And so predictably they hate the lucky ones
And so the lucky hate those people in return
The only option left is to load up the guns
Expanding hell, for reason possibly unknown
The explanations become vaguer, there is no
Plain truth to tell, and every fool looks pensive
Although when killing is the only way to go
Both sides meet hell for being too defensive.
What this life full of competition,
A simple fault could result to miserable condition,
In the world's race of perfection,
Calmness and steadiness is no more a perception.
Be a part of this race,
Or apart from this race,
Either by yourself or others.
Oh the maker, please bless everyone some time for themselves,
To let live human and not machine,
Some time to stare and look at crazy and beautiful things.
Time is less to explore and ace the stage,
Fortunate get the pleasure of both,
Oh the maker, bless time to those unfortunates
Saint Monica's Mission
Tots rushing and jostling, reaching for gifts
Three hundred and two presents we did carry
We drove to the shore, used pallet jack lifts
Children gathered about cheerful and merry
Everywhere bows, ribbons, bright wrapping paper!
Sandcastles decked with candy cane ornaments
Boys and girls enjoying this wild zany caper
Eggnog, carols, and the smell of peppermints
A dapper Santa in his swimsuit chuckling, ho, ho, ho
Grab your boogie boards he bellows, time for a swim
We all shout out, hey Saint Nick, go man go!
Some of the crew followed Santa and joined him
Goodwill and cheer were now within reach
With broad grins, ringing bells, kids thanked us guys
These unfortunates grew joyful this day at the beach
As did Saint Monica's who brought Christmas in July!
Among the unfortunates in life I’ve known
Are some who’ve slipped between the cracks,
Most are they who have their wild oats sown.
Practices in adolescence still make me groan,
In adulthood, still not grasping social knacks
Among the unfortunates in life I’ve known.
They continue to muddle through life alone
Still sampling the worst of addictions’ snacks,
Most are they who have their wild oats sown.
Life coming down on them like an old crone,
Basic life skills are counted among their lacks
Among the unfortunates in life I’ve known.
Still paying the price for a youth that’s flown
Somehow, they didn’t seem to grasp the facts,
Most are they who have their wild oats sown.
And now they are too far gone to toss a bone,
Society only wants to give them a punitive axe
Among the unfortunates in life I’ve known,
Most are they who have their wild oats sown.
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written July 3, 2022
Submitted to “Pick-a-Title Vol 31" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
If you feel and suffer
for the unfortunates, excluded
and wretched of this world and,
not much materially
can do for them
do it :
cry,
pray,
pray...!
Much before God
you will be doing...!
I am singing
From a corner of the house
Voice sweet or hoarse
Sentimental or having an appeal
Melody or clamor
I didn't bother
Only that I feel lost
No one can help
People are violating
Virus are attacking
People are sad
People are heart broken
Somewhat a chaos
I sing to the underprivileged
I sing to the unfortunates
I sing to the Almighty for help
I can only sing
Hoping the God will do the rest
Banana trees
Most of the jungles of Sumatra are uprooted
to plant banana trees the orangutans have been made homeless.
They try to sit in the banana trees, but it is too brittle for the animals
besides, they don´t care for this type of fruit, which gives them the runs.
It reminds me of Lisbon the Portuguese are proud of.
Moneyed people are coming from abroad to settle in the city,
a wonderful place to live.
The poor cannot afford the high rent when flats are modernized
to suit newcomers.
The unfortunates are pushed out to find a shack, if they are lucky
or failing that, live in tents;
many tents, in parks and sideroads while waiting to be housed.
There are many pretty banana trees in Lisbon, but they are expensive.
It has always been like this, the poor and the uncommunicative
must take the brunt when a town goes upmarket.
Befiore one climbs the ladder to the heaven
One must fulfill one's promise on earth
Glitter the life on earth
Herald a meaningful life
Attend to the needy
Fair to the unfortunates
Treasures on earth are to be shared fairly
Just like the share of a place in the heaven
When you've paid on earth
Sure you'll be free in the heaven
This is what I believe
Long after the joys are gone
The bitter sweet memories remain
Of our unforgettable companions
And the exotic, exciting locales
The few precious moments of real joy
We savored in freedom and abandon
Away from an unfriendly world
That had vowed to keep us deprived
As though the good things were not
For us and our kind: its laws onesided
Its earth apportioned, laurels conferred
On those handpicked to repress and rule
Over unfortunates seized and shocked
Hearts atremble, their lips are locked
And hearts branded with fear and pain.
We're thankful at last we're free again
To bring back the moments of joys past
Crickets- the roosters of the forest
As they chirp in the early morn...
Their echoes travel across the fields and through the greens of the hills
Their voices smothered by the sounds of the raging rivers, lost and silenced from the sounds of water splashing and white capping
Swallowed in the mist
Dew covered leaf's shine as the morning sun rises
Their drips- wettened rocks, pebbles, and stones
Soon to be evaporated as the sun grows tall
High above, the eagles soar
Vulnerable to their talons- the weak and crippled unfortunates
The early birds get the worms
Life as usual carries on throughout the day
Squirrels chasing each other, deer walking quietly on paths...
and ants and bees work like slaves for the queens
When darkness nears...
the roosters of the forest again sound the alarms
The owls hoot...till the sun shines again
The Atlantic City boardwalk is a lonely place to be
when it's early morning just after three.
The stores are all closed, and the beaches are clear.
Just look around and you won't see another soul near.
At this hour, nobody wants to roam.
Everybody is in their hotel rooms, or gone home.
In the casinos, a few unfortunates are stuck.
They fruitlessly continue to try their luck.
Well, I'm an employee, and my shift is done.
I'm going home a few hours before the rise of the sun.
Dear rain whenever I see you falling you inspire me a lot
You fall yourself in the ground ,
May be get hurts but heals everyone's wound.
You make trees more green
After falling you can't be seen
Where you fell you make rejoice
You never discriminate with your choice
You equally showers everyone,
No matter one like cold or one likes sun.
Those who loves you feel blessed,
Some unfortunates says rain wetted my dress.
You makes even the air fresh
You wipes away the sadness and stress,
Sometimes you are accompanied by thunder,
How can such opposite things be together I wonder
When you came we have cheers,
When thunder came we have fears,
You inspire to never be afraid,
Always be ready to make others smile
No matter you face criticism many times.
Always try to hold the hand of happiness
Even thunder will return seeing your diligence.
After thunder we all Hopes for rain,
this is what even after falling down rain gains.
Delicately done my friend
I watch your busy hands
Tending to little ones who are hurting
Cuddling them in unabashed ways
Encouraging them
Loving them
Soft spoken friend of all
Sharing your lap and your arms
Bringing your love and faith to the little ones
Brightening their day with a smile and a hug
Showing your faith
Not through words
But through deeds
Expecting no applause or acclaim
Silently helping people daily
Sharing your own joy
Enthusiastically tending to those
Unfortunates sometimes shunned by others
Your spirit is marvelous.
Showing your kind soul.
I am proud to call you friend.
Two empty coffins...with unknown names
Saved for the unfortunates...of Jesse James
Made for the men, they say...Jesse killed
Only a matter of time, they'll both...be filled
An Epitaph To Make Me Laugh Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jesse Rowe
4-22-2019
Is there more joy than the sound of a child's laughter
long before they're forced to experience the life ahead
with its many challenges that are
enough to break the strongest will
though most succeed in becoming upstanding
and decent law-abiding members of society
those that don't sadly and for many reasons
are destined to spend their whole lifetime fighting
against an inner force far greater
than they are able to resist or control
those of us that have managed to stay
on the straight and narrow are at a loss to understand
it is for us to feel pity not condemnation
there but for the grace of God go I
of course, there are other factors such as
environment and upbringing but in spite of this
some still do manage to rise above
and become a model or at least law-abiding citizens
those are the ones we need to recognize
and hold in high esteem
just imagine how we would do in the same situation
so before we judge harshly these poor unfortunates
perhaps we should first try to understand
something to think about eh?
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