Hey Sunny, or anyone from that other club...lol

Racism

Conflicting Cuts

Nigger, bitch
It’s all the same
Each cuts deep
Feel the pain

Nazi, cunt
Where does it end?
It’s madness in society
Since time first began

Hoar, punk
Can you not tell
It’s just another word
To make you feel like hell

Humans are the same
All bleed red
The color of our skin
Shouldn’t matter in the end

Do not judge me
By what I wear
Accept me instead
For who I am

Do not hate me
Because I am different
Embrace and learn
For I may be a blessing

Shallow, weak
Let’s call it what it is
Racism kills the love
That many are willing to give

--Sherry Lynn Hull Richardson

great poem Sherry! it's so sad that the world is so full or racism. we're watching this movie and reading this book in english and it's just so sad! i can't stand it! the images in the film upsetted my stomach. then we read Frederick Douglas last year in english and that book is really an eye opener.

~Jacklyn

My topic was religion... "religion isn't a belief, it's a way of life" that being said:

The homeless Man

A homeless man sleeps on a park bench in the city
People stare in disgust as they walk past his bed
He just lays, no obligations, till the sun wakes him up
He grabs his pain soother when the morning air spreads

You think he would grab a paper bag
Or a pill for his qualms
But this man reaches for his Bible
And opens it to psalms

He reads his favorite bible verse
Out loud, no matter who hears his story
“weeping may remain for a night,
but rejoicing comes in the morning”

While sitting there, a man walks by
His linen tie an obvious symbol of class
They make eye contact for a moment
“I don’t have any money for a worthless lazyass”

With a smile on his face
And a tear in his heart
He takes up his one belonging
And ignores the rude remark

You wonder what a homeless man does
Most sit and beg to empty ears
Not this man, he has set a goal
And heads off to the place he holds dear

His scruffy beard, and grease ridden hair
Make him the center of attention
But he walks with his head held up high
Only he knows of his own dimensions

He gets to his sanctuary of solitude
A homeless shelter for the needy
But he isn’t there to eat or drink
For him, that would be too greedy

He volunteers, gives his helping hand
For there are many more in worse health
He’s satisfied with the little pay he receives
His heart is already full of wealth

He works there all day
Leaves as happy as he came
For he knows he’s done his part
For him, the Lord would acclaim

At night, his troubles come in full bloom
He has no home to keep
So he wonders aimlessly around
Until he finally finds a place to sleep

No wife, no kids
No family, no friends
They all left him for dead
he’ll be alone till the end

"You must lose everything you love
To understand the value of life"
So he’s on his knees every night
Thanking the Lord, despite his strife

Outside a bunch of big business buildings
He finds an alleyway tonight
His eyes are full of tears
As he grips his Bible tight

A door opens beside him
The same man from the park emerges from the light
He looks at the homeless man, not knowing what to say
But now he realizes this man’s fight

Dumbfounded and helpless, he walked away
Staggered out of sight to his car
Thinking of that poor homeless man
Who sits wishing upon the stars

Burdened by his selfishness
That rich man is out for himself
He reeks of sin, and shamefulness
Not one person has he helped

He’s blinded, even though he sees
He’s not looking in the right place
He has less than the poor man
And all he has left is his faith

Overtaken by guilt, he turns his head
Goes back to try to ease the man’s cries
But that sweet, homeless man
Had already laid down to die

With a smile on his face
Looking up at the heavens
His Bible still open
On page 337

“the righteous cry out
the lord hears their prayers
and delivers them from troubles
and from all despair”

The rich man took the Bible
Read every verse on that page
Left motionless and stunned
With one thing left to say

When the sky takes you up
And you finally see His face
I’ll make sure I speak of your name
So all can learn from your grace

You ask how I know
Of these men that I speak of
That rich man was me
To the homeless man, I owe everything

“we walk by faith, not by sight”
2 corinthians 5:7

wow, that's amazing

"With a smile on his face
And a tear in his heart
He takes up his one belonging
And ignores the rude remark"

those lines were amazing! tear jerkers! loved the poem!

~Jacklyn

These poems are absolutely beautiful....great job to all......

are we waiting for any more groups to go or are we done?

~Jacklyn

Well done keeper!

FINALLY DONE!!!!
Topic: Racism

Life Long Racism

Cracker, White Banana,
The names that made my childhood hell.
No one to calm me down,
Stuck without a soul to tell.

Feelings of resentment,
Course through my veins like poison,
All my feelings buried deep,
Bubbling, rising to the surface of my unconscious.

Jumped in back alleys,
Made fun of by those in power.
Others free to run and torment,
While I am forced to cower.

Karma hasn't passed it's judgment,
And I'm forced to hold my own,
Left in the shadow of racism,
A shadow still over grown.

Oreo and snow boy,
A mutt of the human race.
This Racism kills inside me,
And I've feared I've lost my place.

Until the day I'm avenged,
I fear there will be no peace,
No peace for those who suffer,
Those who suffer just like me...

Wow! Great job Anthony! well done.

Are there more? I volunteer on behalf of Bob's team. Bring it.

great poems shawna and anthony! (sorry if i spelt a name wrong!) they were both lovely poem! good topics too!

~Jacklyn

Sign me up if anyone's willing to challenge me!
I have a mental blank of my group name... so I'll just say I'm from bob's group

Effects of Poetry!

Has anyone heard from Sweetenigma? I am really looking forward to reading her tornado poem.

YEP... I'm from EOP, that's right...
... so, no challengers?