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Ahavati
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Understanding Selflessness

ďA Kurdish woman, Sevinaz Evdike, dedicates herself to helping these women even though their husbands may have killed her countrymen.ď - James Jackson, in The Times of London, on the subject of ISIS war brides

I canít begin to comprehend
the vast reserves of goodness
in your bones. For they must be ingrained
that deep. To know
a giving up of hate as totally
as yours, as utterly holy
as all the golden cups and coins
that fill the stores of popes and sheikhs
and other men who wear Godís hand-me-downs,
is something I cannot approach.
For hate and vengeance course within
my thoughts from day to day.
And knowing of your sacrifice to love,
to better worlds of hope and compassion,
is as close as I may come
to understanding selflessness.
Written by The_Silly_Sibyl (Jack Thomas)
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Ahavati
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HAPPY JUNETEENTH

Red, black and green
PanAfricanist's dream

Celebrating Juneteenth
Hue mens set free

End of slavery
Or so it seems

Except the thirteenth
Has loopholes beneath

Shackles and chains
Today on our brains

Torment sustained
Epigenetic remains

So many slain
Soil is stained

Clinically insane
Pain retained
Written by da_poetic-edifier (Damon)
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JohnnyBlaze
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Vulture Culture

flying against the grain  
of sunny dispositions  
 
ready to dive in
their downward dog-eat-dog
stormswept spiraling;  
 
in some circles, thriving †
at the notion of you being †
Dead meat! Dead meat!  
---parroted, mindless
meditative mantra  
 
begging contrast, high-lighting †
that you are very much  
alive and kicking  
unscathed by such zingers  
sewn in lightning stitches  
amplifying your thunder  
they meant to steal;  

a folie a deux fail  
at foiling you

 
Written by JohnnyBlaze
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Ahavati
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Afghanistan's reckoning

 
Was this the war of faith, the infidel with his white face?
for zealot's on the back of trucks,
our courtship's cost,
for all the might, and frenzied pluck.
 
The drones without a conscience struck,
the warlords, did not care a fuck.
Each, stood as adversaries, chess pieces played,
the populous were killed and slayed.
 
But as Covid played its hand.  
Trump declared "the loss to great and its demand"
Sound the bugle's clarion retreat,
to pack our bags, exit and leave.
 
Return, the middle age of cruelty
oppression, to target innocence, the man upon the street.
All those that sought a better life,
the dream that died, left incomplete
 
Just the wreckage, war winds blow,
the refugee's, desolation standing in a row.  
For we just washed our hands
and left without a bow.
 
Shame carved, on each white headstone
memorials for the young and brave.
For prayers and tears, the gaping holes.
Those loved, and never coming home
 
With ideologies at odds, to depart with injured pride
Futility, counted as the final cost.
The coin of freedoms pocket robbed
vultures picked, all that remained alive
Written by slipalong
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JohnnyBlaze
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Category 7

   
Body count increased   †
along the receding shore † †
as flood waters rose † †
†† †
Murky as its origins were † †
( although Climate Change † †
remains a top contender ) † †  
it became painfully clear † †
this was unlike any hurricane † †
ever contended with; † †
† †  
delt a savage blowing to Humanity † †
† †  
Yet, despite our knowing † †
more was likely in store for us; † †
we as a species remained at risk †† †  

While access to fresh oxygen † †
via masks improved our odds † †
of surviving wave after wave † †
until the manmade levies † †  
were finally in place . . .  
†† †
the flooding continued

. . . threatening each neighbor † †  
up and down The Block † †
due to gaps in The Wall † †
left by The Resistance † †
† †  
The Right was indeed theirs † †
in their chosen refusal to wear † †
masks when socializing or working† †  
dragging not just those in proximity † †
but EVERYONE down † †  
deeper into the water † †
causing it to needlessly rise † †
resulting in necessity † †
of the very wall † †
they now wail against; † †
† †  
many drowning in the process † †
clinging to their shot guns † †

This is not a science fiction story; † †
it is " a l l e g o r y "† †
† †  
As global killers go †  
it may still become †  
a Category 7 hurricane
†† †
the disaster already in the making
†† †
which can still be avoided † †
†  
but only if you choose † †  
to lay down your guns † †
aimed away from yourself
and other potential survivors
and do your part † †
† †  
† †  
Written by JohnnyBlaze
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Ahavati
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I donít write political poems

because they tend to lack
the imagery
and irony
I read poetry for.

But sometimes I think about all
the officers who killed
without due cause,
just as Chauvin killed Floyd,
or worse, but did so far
from videophones and CCTV.

I picture them in packed
cop bars, long out of uniform
and working some less vaunted job,
but still with elbows on the bar
and bottles in their hands.
Bemoaning their lot,
as if their lots
were those that had been dug too soon.

And comforted by once-colleagues
who tell them that respect for cops
is hard to come by now.

The barís TV recounting how
each drunk, homeless, depressed,
or just young, poor, and black victim
reportedly cried and begged for his life.

Or maybe theyíre still officers,
and laughing with retirees.

This poem has been about police
and built around the George Floyd case,
but authority figures from all industries
are whom I sometimes think about,

even though I donít write political poems.
Written by The_Silly_Sibyl (Jack Thomas)
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