to vote or not...(a 3-3-4 poem)

MORE MOCKERY...

Gender equity,

Void in a democracy,

Shows its mockery:-

COSMIC POETIC BUTTERFLY

When your mind

the cocoon

of your spirit

releases

let the rhythmic wings

of your being

soar you

streamlining

the airways of life

with your essence

of healing words

of graceful liberation

to those cosmic beings

in the universe of life

awaiting their hydrating

oxidation of the onederful

onement of the oneness of

your onedering peace and love:-

SOAKED AND WET...*+*

Rain flowed down today,

Leaving my soul soaked and wet:

Blessed with healing grace:-

FORGET...???

Some things

you do not forget.

Tried to forget

to go to sleep once;

Tried to forget

to pee once;

Thought I forgot

to breathe once:-

TO THE PARTY OF THE POOR

Stop begging momey,

The vote wins the election;

Just beg fo votes:-

Our votes are priceless,

More powerful than gold;

And more respected:-

Poor and homeless vote,

Selecting who they feel cares: 

Go focus on this!

UPWARD AND ONWARD... (ANOTHER MLOKU)

Gradually the stars and the full moon decided

to move onward,

And the golden dawn appeared with the bright sun

rising into daylight;

Blessed to be perpendicular, in labors of love, I

went forward:-i

GERMINATING GRASS

                 Green

                 Grass

              Glowing 

       Gracefully growing

 God’s great greeting Glory

VOTER AWARENESS AND POLITICAL WINDS...

As the American

Political world turns

Its winds of change

Are blowig with

An enormous increase

In voter pressure:-

To determine

The direction

In which these winds blow

Ironically the political

Pressure gradient force

Of the political parties

Seems to be focused

On money rather than

Political ideology:-

Thus let us ever

Be mindful that it is

Our Vote That Is The Sun

In the political forces

Determining the directions

In Which political winds blow:-

MEDALS OF LIBERTY

If Liberation was deemed

To be Gold,

The Emancipation must 

Have been Silver,

With Desegregation being

Considered Bronze;

And this Crap going on today,

Must be Rusted Tin:-

FIRST PLACE

The finish line waits;

Be the first crossing over---

Labors of love done.