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Swathed in golden fleece
white light dancing
cigarette smoke twirls
waters break and gush
bright as the nearby ocean
to say hello to the midwife
preparing the birthing table

A violet spirit comes
birthing through channels and layers
the room becomes vast
souls linger about
radiant and receiving
onto Earth Dimension
task complete

Melancholy sits here too
cradling the unknown
too delicate to hold
waves dance in rain and white wind
ice cold separated by time
here I sit in a District in the South
watching myself being born

And red blood
Flows…

©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song +-1980s
[ This is one of the poems I wrote on my experience of Forced Removals from District Six, South Africa under the Apartheid Government. Nine of the poems are published in the Testament : District Six Memories, Thoughts and Images /edited by Martin Greshoff/ Attic Press 2021. ]
Jay Aug 1
Opened.
Pried and beckoned
Ripped from tranquility
Forced into this reality
Again.
the sheer diaphanous veil
covered the bride's face
she was suppressing tears
not tears of joy
but of sadness
she had no choice in this marriage
forced to don the white lacey dress
slather on makeup
and walk down the aisle
and swear to marry a stranger
and obey his every command
diaphanous: (especially of fabric) light, delicate, and translucent
m Feb 15
in dishes made for food
in cups made to drink
***** hands will hold them up to block the sun

like people forced to work
to soften clanks against their plate

a stair rail forced to break
sits kindly beside it’s well
exactly almost where it’s meant to be

like mom starts her shift
beneath her wheels will turn
and turn and turn

a worn down walking cane
pushed through door handles
assigned to keep it shut against the wind

a woman limps across
with all her weight she leans
between the handles, against the creaking crane
exactly almost where it’s meant to be

like when i go to work
the pull of chatting with a friend
you feel the forming group
exactly almost where i’m meant to be
exactly almost
exactly almost where I’m meant to be
Zack Feb 10
Once clean, white, and pure
Snow, shoveled into a heap.
Black, with the world's mud.
Nothing is pure forever.. even the most beautiful
Jeremy Betts Nov 2024
Feeling forced to
Live through
An impossible scenario
I'm someone who
Finds it hard to
Find anything but static on the radio
All this blue
Is nothing new
42 seasons of the same show
A tandem dive done solo
The sign says shallow
Margin for error narrow
But ***** it, here I go
'Look out below'

©2024
Jeremy Betts Sep 2024
Yesterday,
It wasn't an easy game to play
I don't care what they say
I felt like prey
And when I try to stray
I get pulled back straight away
Forced to pay
Then play
Me vs. an even harder today
I need to end the fray
Before I'm betrayed
By the better tomorrow cliche
Hell, I think I may
But I only know of one way
And I'm crushed
By just how much
That thought has begun to weigh
Even as I grey

©2024
nick armbrister Aug 2024
Snake Oil Seller
The magic number is 4 explained the sup
Whose position was higher than his chair
Just add these users to pay a lower connection fee
His word roll off his tongue like oil off a duck
Does the customer know what a snake the sup is?
Already he knows what to spend the cash on
It’s his party trick adding extra users
Get 3 physical phones and 3 virtual ones
And save 20 bucks on the hook up charge
Then pay 120 a month for 4 extra phones
Which are totally not needed with 4 numbers
The business has only 2 workers not 6
This snake of a TL has already been reported
Will this result in further escalations?
The crooked sup is too powerful to flinch
Nothing scares him and he is skilled
A nice guy snake selling snake oil
How far will he fall off his chair?
Jeremy Betts Jul 2024
•••
Welcome home
•••
Heart of stone
House of glass
Fault is not mine alone
Karma credit blown
It happens fast
With no receipt shown
The last to know
A forced outcast
I didn't get here on my own
A house of glass
And a single stone
Another broken home
•••

©2024
Jeremy Betts Jun 2024
Can't rid myself of it
There's surely no controlling it
Before I see it
I feel it
I fear it
And that fears legit
Didn't create it
Can't destroy it
So I'm forced to own it
While I own up to it
Like, "give me it"
"What is it?"
"A heart?"
"I'll slap it on my sleeve and wear it"
Though not to display it
But rather as a reminder of it
An extra warning of the dangers of it
And to call out all those promoting it

©2024
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