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Details | Elegy | |

Oh Syria

Reality is lost and I fear…
That someday…somewhere so near…
I will fall amongst the people so dear…
I fear…that I’ll just be another one…
Another one lost…

I wonder what the cost of my life is
not to get too political…
But I want to know what the cost of my life is
Is it money…is it land
I do not own any of them…I’m just a simple man

I remember…When I ran across your land…
I remember when I kissed my grandmother’s hands…
But you ripped my away from her…From my home
you ripped my away from my heart…you ripped me away from my soul

I feel helpless…I feel low…
It’s hard to play along when I know…I have no role
I have become a slave.
After all the love I gave.

When I look at my country…people I want to save
When I look around me…people I need to change
It seems like a hard thing to do…
when the range of people is way bigger than you

Freedom…oh how much I’ve heard that word
Freedom…oh how this idea has become absurd
when God gave us life…
He warned us only he can take our lives…

Oh Syria…my home
Oh Syria…my all
Oh Syria…what did they hurt you for?
Oh Syria…I’m here…I won’t let them hurt you anymore…
I am Proud to be your son…

Copyright © Zeki Madjid

Details | Free verse | |

The Strand

This expanse of land has seen things. 
Things all of us can only see in dreams.
It's seen war, it's gotten it's fair share of scars.
Bombs bursting, bullets throwing sand into the air like it's a volleyball tournament.
The sand running red with blood silently mocking our arteries.

This magnificent stretch of land has seen heroes' tears fall; dropping to their knees while sadness envelopes their fallen brothers but also looking up to their beloved whilst carrying a ring in their hand. 

It's seen bright days, the sun glimmering over wet sand, footprints of past loves being washed away as the sun smacks the horizon. 

This expanse of land...has seen things we can only imagine.


Copyright © Tyler Kisner

Details | Free verse | |

Red Beans

Changes in 3/4 time. 
Can't split a dime. 
But you can sure waltz out the door. 
Sound of your combat boots on the floor. 
I hear the door slam
flies be damned
he's off to Memphis 
head long down a pipe line
cutting cards and turning life loose
train stations and bus stations
take you north
to the Big Muddy
A catfish dream
and Mud Island 
I'll stay home with my disease
Watch it all on TV 
till he shows up at my door
bigger than life
but I got a gun
and I shoot him down
now I got my red beans cookin'
Yeah I got my red beans cookin'

Copyright © Stephen Kilmer

Details | Rhyme | |


Sheltered from the pain outside
The walls that hold us in
A pane of glass as a reminder
Of our very sins

Children crying in the streets
Waste washed away by rain
The homeless folk we never greet
Lying in silent pain

Land that's scarred by roads we've tarred
Ugly electric pylons
Steaming vents misting up
The door steps that we cry on

Starvation, violence, emotional abuse
Love for money with no excuse
Scraping skies with devilish horns
The ozone layer that we've torn

But far into the distance
The birds chirp in the trees
Beauty flows right down the river
For free, for no fee

Copyright © Jamie Spence

Details | Ballade | |

Padock filled with bulls

The paddock’s filled with bulls
All waiting there to die
They don’t have too much future
For the farmer, he’s the guy
Who has the power of life, and death
He decides what lives and dies
As he fattens each beast carefully
That’s where his money lies.

I see these creatures roaming round
And it makes me feel quite sad
To know that for my appetite
These beasts be treated bad
The taste of steak is mighty good
But what a price we pay
I eat my share of it, that’s true
Perhaps I’ll stop one day!

One paddock filled with bulls
It opens my eyes wide
To realize these wondrous beasts
Throughout the years have died
So I might feast with bulging belly
It really is not fair
Living on this little farm
It fills my heart with care.


Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Rhyme | |

A Vision

To dream,
Such dreams.
Such pain foretold.
Women of old,
As fears unfold.
Burning, cracking, the earth splits apart.
Warning, oh warning of my poor breaking heart. 
Losing love as it fades into black,
Splitting the earth with fiery cracks.
The starless sky, filled with ash,
For magma bursts through a glowing red gash.
Such fear, unknown, what are you saying.
Please I need to know what the future doth hold, I’m begging, I’m praying.
Am I decaying?
Such dreams,
To dream.
No more, let me sleep.

Copyright © shawnee doling-tye

Details | Light Poetry | |


I was inspired by the girls, "my girls"...
Survivors of domestic violence
that live at the shelter where I volunteer and
have been blessed with the title of "House Mom".
Please put them all in your prayers. For their
privacy, I will refer to the girls as "They"...


 They come to us, they're broken,
 Their eyes are filled with tears
 They've been told that they are "worthless",
 For far too many years!

 Their scars much deeper than just skin
 they've been stripped of their pride,
 they've been abused, they've been put down
 They feel no hope inside.

 They've fled the place that they called "home"
 The place the abuse occurred,
 the place where they were beaten down
 A place they were not heard.

 But now they've come to our front door
 To seek a place to stay,
 A place they can call home a while
 a place to help find their way.

 A way to new beginnings,
 A way to peace of mind
 a way to feel secure again
 and leave all the bad behind.

 We welcome them with open arms
 we dry the tears that fall
 we tell them just how beautiful
 they are to us all.

 As time goes by, we watch them grow
 we see them start to smile
 we see that sparkle in their eyes
 that hasn't been there for a while.

 We see them making brand new friends
 They've taken their lives back
 they move forward with the confidence
 that  they no longer lack.

 If they could see inside my heart
 when we say our "good-byes",
 I hope they know they're in my prayers
 a tear falls from my eyes.

 I pray they make good choices
 to help them reach their goals
 I pray that the Lord will guide and protect
 all their precious souls.

 So proud to see them making their way
 as finally a chance to be free
 I pray they take the tools they've learned
 and make life the best it can be!!


Copyright © shelly hurst

Details | Free verse | |


The lust in his eyes
was no surprise
I was beautiful
I only wish
I wasn't his to hold
Another girl 
could fulfill
his lustful intentions
or better yet report him
only rape culture
deems fault 
ours not his

Copyright © Sarah Hall-Matson

Details | Rhyme | |


Beautiful U....S not!
The source of troubles,
It is your fault..                                 
One Bush comes, 
Another one had to go,
But U...will always 
Remain a foe,
Bill!..[Some say], 
Not Bill of rights,
Here he comes.. 
The Caucasoid,
The supreme white,
Here, he comes [some say],
To finish the digging.. 
In Iraq north...south, wreak!
In Somalia, ohhhhh...
A mission of black gold, a mission of Hope,
In Somalia, ohhhh...
A mission of human aid when a need be!
A mission of handful semolina,
A tin of a fainted corned beef,
And a bit of Uncle Sam's dope,
A son of a rope..[Some say],
But Bosnia is not 
Is out of sight,
Where are you bloody humans,
Worthy or not.. Of the name, 
Where are you coward Muslims?
Source of disgrace, 
And shame..
Where is your manhood?
Where is your womanhood?? 
Where is your pride to stand and fight?
The barbarians...
Who crash babies' skulls, mutilate,
And deflower virgin teens and take sight,
Of blue eyed young Slavs,
By day and night,
It is wrong [some say], 
Nay, it is right
To stand there hoping,
Wishing without reaching..
Praying to almight..
Why don't you sacrifice the dear darling and fight?
And be one martyred soul and unite?

Copyright © Abder Derradji

Details | Free verse | |

Me, My Music, and My Gun

In the city late at night,
Just me, my music, and my gun.
A light drizzle through the haze,
Orange light posts shine along the street,
Illuminating millions of droplets in the halos.
Hard cruel and dangerous
But beautiful too.
I walk the city late at night,
Just me, my music, and my gun.

Copyright © Dean Marais