Hobbling Along, I See Him Coming On
Hobbling along, I see him coming on,
he brushes his jean off making it neat
and then he turns right around to face me
where he is looking somewhat tattered,
he stands without any words as if dumb
but his words lie in every glance,
suddenly I see the whole of humanity
whose glances do not quarter for anything
bringing the hurt, the pain that oppression brings,
telling how men that can work are jobless,
how this evil still circles out wider,
treading some people down without pity,
how it pierces the Afrikaner nation,
as a type of evil occurrence.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Vagrant
Hobbling along, I see him coming on,
he brushes his jean off making it neat
and then he turns right around to face me
where he is looking somewhat tattered,
he stands without any words as if dumb
but his words lie in every glance,
suddenly I see the whole of humanity
whose glances do not quarter for anything
bringing the hurt, the pain that oppression brings,
telling how men that can work are jobless,
how this evil still circles out wider,
treading some people down without pity,
how it pierces the Afrikaner nation,
as a type of evil occurrence.
poem by Gert Strydom
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I Have A House Against The Sugar-Bush Hillocks
I have a house against the sugar-bush hillocks
where like orange speckles aloes grow wild,
where thunder strikes iron stones blue-white
with flowering proteas growing everywhere
and I see chacma baboons impudent
coming in a horde to my fruit orchard,
eating some whole peaches with meat and pits
in a blatant aggressive noisy group,
before they all run away indignant
and they are gone before the dark night comes
when storm clouds hang threatening black and grey,
with lightning bolts hitting some blue-white sparks
and every visitor that knocks on my door
is awaited like a welcome kind of guest.
he brushes his jean off making it neat
and then he turns right around to face me
where he is looking somewhat tattered,
he stands without any words as if dumb
but his words lie in every glance,
suddenly I see the whole of humanity
whose glances do not quarter for anything
bringing the hurt, the pain that oppression brings,
telling how men that can work are jobless,
how this evil still circles out wider,
treading some people down without pity,
how it pierces the Afrikaner nation,
as a type of evil occurrence.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Evil I See In Others
The evil I see in others in my own self I see
And the so called evil people are no less evil than me
'Tis not my place to judge others leave the Law take it's course
Than us mere living mortals there is some far greater force.
Look at the power of Nature no greater force than she
She claims all living creatures yet of guilt she is free
None ever say she's evil what's evil anyway?
The words of good and evil just words that people say
About those they see as good or evil others we like to pigeon hole
Have I right to condemn others when there's darkness in my soul
I'm only good and evil come tell me what are you
Since you tell me that you have a God but to your own self are you true?
For a callous act of one individual we condemn an entire race
And people are judged by their postal address and the colour of their face
We talk of love and harmony whilst war we do embrace
By making yourself a better person you'll make the World to live in a better place.
The evil I see in others in my own self I see
But you there Mr Perfect of all sin are you free?
You say that one is evil leave that person alone
You are not one that's free of taint so you should not cast the stone.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Blood Red
Peaceful confrontation meet war machine
Seizing all civil liberties
Honest ballotation among banshee
Spilling blood throughout humanity
You cannot hide the face of death
Oppression ruled by bloodshed
No disguise can deface evil
The massacre of innocent people
Deviated lies fear blinding on your eyes
Enforcing their truth through a gun
Aggressive discipline and barbaric control
Thousands of people cannot be wrong
You cannot hide the face of death
Oppression ruled by bloodshed
No disguise can hide the evil
That stains the primitive sickle
Blood red
Growing opposition with words as ammunition
Expressions of life's liberties
Aggressive discipline and barbaric control
Spilling blood throughout humanity
song performed by by Slayer from Seasons In The Abyss
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Together we shall overcome
‘Together we shall overcome’
‘Poetry for the Deaf’
Eh! What
What Eh!
What did you say?
‘Poetry for the Blind’
It’s called Performance poetry
It’s loud; so real
It’s written down
But only in Braille
‘Poetry for the Dumb’
For their eyes only
Read only
Poetry for the Deaf, Blind and Dumb
We will work it out between us
Please don’t make it:
Evil; no hear
Evil; no see
Evil; no speak
Once it is explained
The words the pen did lay
We will all understand in our own way
Yes, once the words are written
In addition, the reasoning is known
We three together will decipher the poem
‘Together we shall overcome’.
MICMAC
poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory
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Why am I so evil?
Why am I so evil?
Is it because of bad things I do to others?
Is it because I curse
Is it because I have sex
Is it because I smoke weed?
Why am I so evil?
Was I born to be evil?
Or is it just a route I decided to take
Do I do evil because everyone else does it?
Or is it something I love to do
Do I like seeing people get hurt?
Or is it because am really the only one hurt?
Why am I so evil?
poem by Terry Coates
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G W
G W who spoke of good and evil just a few years ago
Those he refer to as evil do them he even know
Or has he even seen them and to them said hello?
At the strangeness of his utterings my wonder only grow.
He tells us he's a man of God is he God's Earthly judge
And is it's God's idea that against those he does not know that he should nurse a grudge
But how many innocents in Iraq because of him have died
Because of good and evil and Nationalistic pride.
We've been told of the crimes of Saddam but he is now on trial
For crimes against humanity his life's not been worth-while
But is G W any better that question I must ask
Though in a free and mighty Nation in his glory he does bask.
In Afghanistan and Iraq mothers weep for their dead
They have reason to dislike G W who back a few years said
We are good and you are evil words coming from one who commands such great power
Only spread the weeds of mistrust that stifle the peace flower.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Hear no Evil, Speak no Evil, See no Evil
Evil is all around
It’s everywhere
Easy to be found
Hear no evil
It’s when you hear the lies of those who speak
To listen to the words of the weak
Whispering secret syllables to the dead dusks of hell
Lying words enter your ear
The lies people tell
Speak no evil
When sour words leave your lips
Cursing other innocents with horrible sins
Speaking lies
See no evil
Watching innocents in pain
Viewing the flames of burning witches
Seeing a baby tormented by a mother
You do not just watch
You take action
Those are my three rules
Do them correctly
Or suffer my vengeance
poem by Angel OfDarkness
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Words Can
Words can hurt
Words can heal
A simple word can mend a broken heart
Just put them out like some people do
The damage that is done
You can never undo
So think of what you are trying to say
Because some words never fade away
They are held in the heart or stuck in the mind
Coming to the surface from time to time
To raise us up or bring us down
Sometimes the words that hurt the most
Are the words we don't say
The ones that use to flow freely from our lips
Telling someone how much we care
Just don't come anymore
poem by David Kush
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Venomous Words
If evil could speak,
You'd be its words,
Vile creature you are,
you bend unbendable wills,
You've snapped my thoughts,
with your words of evil.
Your evil speaks,
and cuts me deep,
your words so vile,
you lie a gentle kiss upon my flesh,
then bite my unpenetrable skin,
Your poisons, penetrate,
filling my veins.
like the evil that surges, this venom does to,
finally it reaches my heart,
killing me instantly,
your words like venom,
Spread so violently.
poem by Crimson Love
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Choices
Like a burning house,
I see it falling apart,
Right in front of my own eyes,
Black and gray ashes cover everything in it's path,
Dark stormy clouds fill the room,
Sparkly ice crystals form above,
Soaking the ground,
Making everything turn to evil,
They sit and a wait,
For whom will follow,
Aware of the consequences that each step will take,
Evil thoughts,
Evil words,
Evil looks,
After all the mist and fights,
Stands a beautiful yellow flower,
Alone and scared,
Not knowing how special she really is,
But willing to stay true to her self
By; Brandi Dybala *05/16/11*
poem by Brandi Dybala
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At The End Of The Road
AT THE END OF THE ROAD
At the end of the road
When there is still so much road ahead
Stumbling to keep going-
A few words here and a few words there-
It does not open up like a dream
It is not wider and wider more all- encompassing circles
Toward Eternity-
The road in oneself
Turns back on itself
Twists and twists
And goes nowhere
For unending stretches –
Nothing can be done
Words must be written –
Another step and another step and another step-
I will continue marching ahead to Nowhere
To the end of my days.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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ME, In Your Eyes
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
I am the one can't be trusted,
I am the one who needs to be busted,
I am the one who causes trouble,
I am the one who has face that is doubled,
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
I always plan cunningly,
I always act deceivingly,
I always make you suffer,
I always deserve to face what's tougher,
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
I am the one who always ashames you,
I am the one who lacks satisfying you,
I am the one who struggles to be who,
I am the one who is lost in thou,
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
I never see good in you,
I never appreciate what you do,
I could never act as you want me to,
I am not as good as you want me to,
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
I never bless,
I make you live this freaking mess,
This is the only thing to confess,
I am evil in your pretty eyes…
Like Most People Evil
During their last thrill ride aboard evil,
Those caught up in their wicked ways...
Will not suspect,
Themselves to be targeted to be repaid.
Like most people evil,
They believe themselves above refute.
Like most people evil,
They believe whatever they do...
Will not return back upon them to haunt.
And taunt them for their rest of their lives.
During their last thrill ride aboard evil,
Those responsible for the abuse of others...
No matter how these afflictions upon them done,
Those people evil and enjoying it...
Will come to feel and know,
The meaning of pain.
And like most people evil,
What they come to experience for their misdeeds...
Will be attempted to be the blame to claim on others.
Like most people evil in the midst of what they do,
Campaigning to inflict themselves with their own sorrows.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Evil,
Evil,
Evil that is within man is fading,
Christ is coming,
That yuo’re Sword may make us weep for truth,
Gnashing of teeth,
Crying that most of them are mischievous,
That the calling,
Call on me that I may conquer from all evil,
I can perceive that you are good over evil,
Call on me that I may see that crown of the making,
The Lord will come with the Qiyama,
That the wicked will fail by his lies,
I think and act on the right motivation,
I can see that the Sword is all coming with the making,
That the Truth of Christ will live now and for Eternity.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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Flock together to defeat Evil
Swarming you from out and in
Rising in all around
Come to advance
To defeat the evil
Possessed in the land
The earth including you
Goes into a pit of darkness
In your own land
While painting black oil
On the justice and humanity
Even in impossibility
The Sky brings thunder
The Sea brings storms
The wind brings cyclones
To be convinced the nature
Realized nature around you
Looking at everything
Till comes the time
If you are not a human being
You can see if you are wise and clam
Then you will be said by nature
Only you can change
Within yourself and around you
If you are ready
If you are ready
Put a side your egoism
Evil covets to creep into that
And you are decayed unknown
So you subject
Remove your old clothes and masks
And flock together to struggle
And to drive away the evil
For the freedom
With humanity and dignity
poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon
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Do The Right Thing
Do no evil,
See no evil,
Hear no evil,
Work no evil,
Say no evil,
Act no evil,
But do what is right always;
because, you and i need this world.
It is our home,
It is our place of birth,
It is our joy when peace reign always than war!
So do what is right always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Evil, I call you! !
Evil
Don't listen to a word they say
Will let you be alone at times,
Needed most.
That evil eyes looks at you,
and lies
All the hateful things you said
and what you've put me through.
Evil
In the heart of people
Evil
Wont care if you die
Evil
Is all that I can perceive in you
So is your dark side,
Your evil.
Evil is you.
poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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Words To Me Mean
words are just word that mean nothing at all as my heart turns cold i can no longer say i care at all to you that may be wrong but to me words are just words that mean nothing at all but to others they are so much more they are words of felling words of hate and joy and worst of all words of hurt but words are just words i could care less at all with words of love, joy, and laughter you can no longer get me down words are just words that no longer hurt at all so no longer let them take charge words are just words of many words of few may cause trouble or cause joy my heart turns cold at the sight of your hate and rejoice with joy at the sight of happiness so you see words are just words that i can no longer take at all
poem by Kimberly Whittenburg
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Evil That Dwells Within
I see faces that walk past me, And a shadow that stands beside me, I see you and the evil sees me.
When I am alone the evil always calls to me, The evil whispers to me but only inside my head, The evil is always around me and influencing my hatred of others.
The evil so frighting that others would flee from it but I find A new view of life with it, When good should envelope me the evil burns it away from me. I have no room for your pathetic lies and excuses this evil inside me is all I need.
It never judges only befriends me, I hate it but I wish to love it, With the evil that dwells within I can do anything and not fear anything or anyone, Speak my mind with decision I have not found my religion. God was never there but the evil that fills me.
I am angry and always seem to be, Only A few are selected to see the good in me, Others will have to deal with the evil that stands beside me, People judged to many times and now my mind is full of hatred, Burning my feelings and spitting on me.
I have never been bullied but people do it visually by glaring at me, Not my popular friends but the ones who don't know me, I hate you and wish to see you feel the evil within me, But I will not release it because it would make A scene.
When my time is right and Satan depicts and calls back the evil within me, Than I will be free. I am to young to live this way but feel I need to be to teach me a lesson, By doing it carefully. My friends Don't know the way I view things because I hide it like I have hid everything, I am close to them but still the evil seems to follow me.
Some days are worse when the evil influences everyone around me and they seem to turn it all on me, they can't contain my evil like I can contain it, The evil is powerful but not more powerful than me, But the evil can change my mood faster than a bullet can kill an enemy.
My mood changes and all I see is Red and Blasphemy, Go into a dark fit that is inside me, Brings up my anger and hatred that I feel towards others. Can't stop the anger from rising but it is all I can do to strive and fight the feelings inside me.
I gain control and the evil will never take hold, It follows me and is the shadow beside me.
poem by Connor Whyte
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