Micdinny Writes

What on Earth could we be protesting? Ungrateful..... Protest Hey hey ho ho Trumpaloza has to go Hey hey ho ho Trumpification Has to go No way no how Not then not now For your family fight For your children fight Keep standing for your rights Keep your goals and dreams in sight Build bridges close your wallets Can't believe we might be in for tons of digging For your homes, fight! For decency, fight! On your knees, fight!

Walla! Poem number 3 Called Peril. Peril { {{ Peril it’s here}}}} Where? Here No see We feel Heel! Heel! Always a foot Away from clear Or present.. Wait not just strangers Clear and present Look for it Wait….danger Stopped as I got to my knee

Here is poem 2, called They threw us. If you can throw your support around this poem by commenting or sharing I would appreciate it. They threw us They threw us in here, oh what a thing. They threw us in here because we would not sing, No singing no dancing and most of all no worship.  He thinks he is God But we know who we worship. We know who we worship.  `Not someone who breathes and dies just like everyone He said I give you one more time Get ready when you hear the song Get on your knees and cry to the mighty one. My God will rescue us we are not afraid of this dangerous fire you heat seven times If He never saves us  And nothing ever becomes Be it known our consent is we won’t bow We won't bow  We won't bow  We won't bow. So keep it in your mind Don't you waste your time No one needs  No, no one needs to speak  No not for us We have already spoken.

Yes. Here it is from Dark Times poetry, poem number 1. I hope you enjoy this one. If this poem touched you, please leave a comment or share. Reels from air strikes They are reeling A real reel feel Whirling! Untightening…out of Control! From one power to the next, They continue to vex the children For the ones living there Thy continue to plunder Plundering vast measures of Landscape Scraping all they could get out of the people…. hope. George Reid Copyright 2109

The very first Poetry Book I did was call "My Ad-missions". I actually did a little 15 second clip on viddy when that site was still up and posted it on youtube. https://youtu.be/1siBYFaZB9g The first one.

I just can't stay off. Lol. It feels good to know you are reading. I have so much bottled up inside. It's like I am fountain pen, ready to spill the ink. Its just plain amazing to know you are reading. I hope my poetry can inspire you, make you think and make you want to dig in for meaning, and cause you to ask deeper questions. Is there something to words on the page? Whats the deeper inspiration behind it all? Is is hurt? Is it a life changing experience? Is is left over pizza? I can assure you its not Pizza or any food. Its just God. I am not a 5 percenter running around call all my friends God or god. Yes I was created in the image of God but I am human. I make mistakes and I am not perfect. I hope the sum total of my poetry will reveal flashes of Jesus, biblical excerpts wrapped up in figures of speech and prose and even short story style. My poems range from short to medium in length and covers a wide spectrum of ideas and topics. My first 4 Poetry Books were biblic

Hey how are you? I know its been a while since I have posted anything. I promise, I will do my best to do better. How about a new poetry series that is longer than just 5? Does that sound better? Ok well if it does sound better here goes something. My new series is called Dark Times. Here is my intro. Introduction Dark Times is a poetical mix that delivers its message of hope and reality; We live in Dark Times. Dark Times is about struggle, hardship, reassurance that we all must pass through but it is in these times that development happens, negatives are procured into beautiful picture. Light only let us see what was being developed—far away from things that would have contaminated it. Darkness is your cover to let you plan your next move. Though we all tend to think Darkness is all bad, this set of poems has come to put all things in context.   Let Dark times inspiring to keep going till the end. There is light at the end of the times that we live in. The fact that there