Welcome to Day 15 of the 2012 April Write – the Poets Jubilee Olympiad.
Once again, today is a VERY special day. It’s our 2nd Free Verse day and it means you are allowed to write a poem on whatever topic you feel you need to explore. Or, you may choose to stick with the same theme that another person has shared for today.
If you have not yet been able to share a poem in our last 14 days, then today is your perfect opportunity. But remember, no erotic poetry today please, because we have Freaky Friday’s reserved for that purpose!
When you next visit the Facebook Group, please click on the Events tab (under the logo at the top of the page) and there you will find quick links to all our previous days and videos in ‘The Month So Far’.
Day 15 of the April Write is a Free Verse Day, with no set topic to hold you back… post on this or any other theme you like.
Watch the video to hear my piece for today.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZuGHgooCQM
Angee
xoxo
The April Write 
INJUSTICE OF JUSTICE, WRITTEN BY ZITA HOLBOURNE, COPYRIGHT APRIL 2012
by ZITA HOLBOURNE, POET, ARTIST on Sunday, April 15, 2012 at 10:39pm ·
She was born in the land of the ancestors, raised in the city of Angels, lived her early adult life on an island made of dreams, pursued by a government intent on dominating the world, imprisoned in a jail situated on stolen land, tried in a court room built on the backs of enslaved peoples torn from the land of the ancestors that was her birth.
She was deemed guilty until proven innocent, labelled before they knew her name, persecuted with no crime to charge her for, taken despite refusing to surrender her freedom, demonised because of her religion, misunderstood because of her multicultural upbringing, rejected because of her ancestry, disregarded as a human being and seen to be entitled to no rights upon this earth.
She refused to break when they tortured her, denied them the pleasure of seeing her weep when her heart was breaking, refused to let them see her turning crazy when she felt herself losing her mind, between the beatings, as she lay in solitary confinement for days that were the same as nights, , she comforted herself with the recollection of words spoken by great philosophers and poets and memorised verses created out of the depths of her soul about the injustice of justice, remained resilient, determined and brave, held on to her belief that the truth would one day set her free because she’d been raised to value her worth.
From Halim Flowers:
Always rushing
But never seeming to get anything done
Always loving
But always fearing when
Or how
It will end
Before it ever began
Always breathing
But never really conscious of every breath
Always complaining
But never really looking at all that we have not to complain about
Always in the past pains
Always in the future mystery
But never enjoying the present moment
Always something…….
(c)April 2012 Halim A Flowers
Lana Joseph My Free Write Scribe is a Dedication Piece that I wrote for a friend and his beautiful wife for their new baby girl. In addition… it is for all parents. I hope that you”ll enjoy it even if you’re not a mother or father (yet). I will attach the FB URL at the bottom of my piece… because I believe that (one can enjoy it a bit more more in depth with the images that accompany the scribe.). Thank you so much for your time! Love & Blessings Always… ♥ LJ (((((((((( A Soft Touch in 12 Haikus ))))))))))
“By LJ”
~(Dedicated to Brother King Tshombe & Queen Dedre…
for their newborn Princess ‘Nina Kai’)~
Precious baby girl,
your soft touch brightens our world;
we love you small soul.
A child’s laughter rings
to souls turned deaf, let them heal;
touch the golden skies
Gently we hold you,
as we carry you through time;
we are always there.
Beautiful babies,
we hear your sweet soft curdles,
enjoying play time.
Sweet angel hello
You are love’s message from God;
hope rains for mankind
Your soft hand in ours,
holding on so tight… with force;
petite, yet, so strong.
Dear beloved Lord,
protect our sweet love babies,
Jesus Christ our shield.
In silence God hears
touching souls… like flowers bloom;
hearts kiss sun’s good fruit
Pray with our children
they are our most treasured gift;
babies trust our love
Taste life’s born breaths air
dancing gardens whisper love;
earthly bonds bind souls
Uninhibited
sparkle eyes… aware… bright light;
fascinating gift
Congratulations
Mom Dedre… Dad Tshombe;
Welcome Nina Kai
“Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.” -Rabindranath Tagore
I pray…
For my children
For your children
For all children in this world
I love you & God bless you beautiful souls.
♥▬▬▬♥▬▬▬♥ LJ
Copyright © 2012 LJ *12Haikudedicationscribe*
MCNLN69321960-QADJS All Rights Reserved.
to see the images that accompany this, ensure you are logged into facebook first, then visit:
https://www.facebook.com/notes/lana-joseph/a-soft-touch-in-12-haikus-by-lj-dedicated-to-king-tshombe-queen-dedre-for-their-/282858661796784
MaggieandAlan Moore WAKE UP
Political Anarchy
Government run free
Of civil liberty
As we
Stand by
Like three monkeys
Ears, lips and eyes
Sealed with complacency
While they oversee
The masses
Creating laws
That should emancipate us
A government
For us and
By us
Instead they forge the chains
That bind us
Blind us
To the truth
As media brainwashes our youth
Technological devices
Occupy their minds
With ebonic texting
Celebrity scandal
And lies
Upon lies
So that every moment
Of every day is wasted
Before they realize
They have been de-socialized and
Resocialized
To adapt to the needs
Of the elite and
Organized
A new subculture
For them to scrutinize
Though proud men and women
Bled and died
For the liberties you take
For granted
Their honor supplanted
By a generation stranded
Brainwashed
And placid
WAKE UP
There is a new form of slavery
Your minds are now the property
Of the scholarly
While you live in devised poverty
Through well planned marketing strategies
They have built a hidden
Theocracy
Faithful to the Deity
Of Currency
(c)April 2012 MaggieandAlan Moore