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Details | Ballad | |

The Blind And The Cripple

Blind-
Help me son, help me daughter, help this old beggar,
Give a coin, give some water, help this blind creature.
Help this aged, come to aid, help this downcast blind,
Draw your hands, off you pockets, mix your hands, combined.
Lacking sleep, bloody hunger! I'm pale and dying,
Ten rupees! quite some offer, at least start trying.

Lovely girls, my harmless kids, can't you see their plights,
They dream about shining prince, don't they have their rights.
Start giving at least something, shall we have some trust,
A coin, two or ten like him, something kind and just.

Cripple-
Hear me all, hear this cripple, hear this handicap,
Please be kind and please do mind, ah! coin on his lap.
I'm poor and deep in trouble, help this old cripple,
My legs were great, not again, I'm week and brittle.
Holding stick, without pleasure, I don't have a home,
Finding space, seeking treasure, kids are left to roam.

Share a coin or one or two, quench my thirsty lips,
Old ladies, beautiful girls, let me have some chips,
So let me beg, earn my right, give me something great,
Ten or more or what you have, something for my gait.

Blind-
Who is there, is he begging, Is he robbing me?
Go and beg anywhere out, you can't beg near me.
Can't you see that I cant see, don't you be absurd,
I came first, so he should leave, he should speak no word.

Cripple-
This is train, so I can beg, I shall take what's mine,
You can't brawl and make me stop, now you stop your whine.
They are souls, some nice people, they won't  make me leave,
You should stop, zip your lips or they will make you leave.

Passengers-
Blind and cripple, are they ill, what more should we see.
You are right they ain't so good, let them stop and flee.
Look, its great, to see them fight, beggars fighting each.
Hey! stop, what are you doing? don't you bark and preach,
You are ill and more than them, you should be more kind,
What they do, shall not matter, you should sit behind.
©Anees Rahman

Copyright © Anees Rahman | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rictameter | |

The Clock

                     *Clock runs
              we are watching them
        making fun with its slow move
   you made for move not to awake us
i know we are more lazy but not like you!
   You don't have senses and emotional faces
       we slept but make others run
                 It's your race...
                    "Clock runs",*

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Litan Dey
Just Nine Lines
06/09/2013

Copyright © Litan Dey | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku | |

Inner is Outer

It's been quite awhile
Discern life's complexities
Toke more viewpoints

Futile mass events 
Authorities blame each one
Attracting mix ups

Life are like choices
More people can't accept it
A thought. Is a thing

Living is dying
Light coexists with darkness
Unfathomable

Men of God glimpse more
Worst valid visual events 
Prayers can't alter

Consciousness soar high
Crab mentality exists
Overflowing fears

Inner is outer
You exude what you attract
Embrace all of them.

Copyright © marvin celestial | Year Posted 2015

Details | Munaajaat | |

NO ANSWERS

WRITTEN 25TH FEB 2001



I love you all with my whole entire heart
 every second, I'm left to wonder why we're apart

I try to work out what I must've done wrong
 how many mothers sing this sad song

But there are no answers to my questions

Every year we have spent together
 is now embedded, in my heart forever

I think hard and long
 does this pain really belong

Still...there are no answers to my questions

Strength I once had to carry on 
 is nearly dead and gone

I say a prayer every night
 to give me strength, to stay and fight

I still ask, "why us"
 were we on the wrong bus

I weep a tear with every second
 how do I live, like everyone reckon's 

Still...I get no answers to my questions

I stay here fighting, for just one more touch
 am I really asking way to much

I love my babies with every beat of my heart
 please I beg you, stop keeping us apart

Still...no answers to my questions

I'm only left to Guess, that God's reason's 
 are truly his very own





I would like to let you know that this poem has actually be transformed into music which was mastered by Hollywood hits music production for the ongoing journey to be played in a movie or tv production. Far out I am gobsmacked.

Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

What is really is to be Human,--------------noww

Subsequent seances of satorizing sanctities signal two fold sinfold shat sightings of nevertheless neverings that all ways 
super suggest our innate inadequacies pertinent to socio precious
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irrevelant rationings of a rationedrace resigned to complacent cow a tures politico compliant to the inner igno twinings adjacent to your soul 
sellings as they relate to yr inner partisanplasmic potentials. remember yr humble DNA, beginnings as they restorocoordinate
yr predisposed primary plastic parental beginnings as to what is for u as an emo entitiy. As a parent times three of the son persuasion,
I can contrast contemplate the socioprotocals that r supposed sublime to cater to the male powers to be and socio sale the rental rites of 
tremors that will swell the estrogenic ebb tides of common bond intelligence. I am at a personal peramater that is awash with the
paritisan status quo and the beliefs that LIE within the scope of their being. Retread the constitution and all that the FF's put into place for 
the good of the postulate union as a WHOLE. Persuasion is inconsequential, no matter, 
in---adequate as to its modern day relevance explicit. If u can't sociocope and lean really far foreward, and do us a big
FAVOR AND OFF YOURSELF, OR CONVERT, INTELLIGIZE YOURSELF, RE EVAUATE YOUR brAIN RELiaANCE, SEEK STRENGHT FROM YR gone YOUTH, IF U CAN STILL FIND IT, AND GO
 INWARD TO LEAP OUTWARD TO HELP ALL OTHERS 
REGARDLESS OF RECOGNITION, WEALTH, SENIORITY OR ANY SELFSERVING SIGNAGE OF SELF RIGHTEOUS SIGNFICANCE. 
THE BEST HELP IS THAT WHICH IS GIVEN, USED, AND PASSED ON, NO THANKS NEEDED, 
PAY IT FORWARD times 3. Give is as Give does in the insignificant web we weave. Careful with who u have for breakfast,lunch, dinner, snack,desert
 and night cap. All things being ugly equal r alive and wish u ill. Perverse protocol is protected in a nestled non convryance of abbey normal malice. 

Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

SHIVER ME TIMBERS

I'll tell ye of me life as a pirate
I knows ye sees me as some old codger
But when I was a young'n matey
I sailed 'neath the Jolly Roger!

Oh, it's truth I be tellin' ye now
'N ye may think that I be a loon
But I talk so rever'ntly 'bout me ship 'n Cap'n
For in truth, 'E made us dance a lively tune.

'E wore a patch o'er one eye
'N had a hook where fingers grow.
When we 'eard the thumpin' of 'Is  peg leg on deck
We knew some ship 'd be given up 'er cargo.

We'd be a'squintin' 'ard at the 'orizon
'N  'Ed  call for 'Is telescope to measure
If the sail that we'd come upon
Mightn't be a ship full o' a'rn kind o' treasure.

Then we'd sail up nice 'n cozy
A'fore 'Ed  run up the bones on black.
But by that time matey
They could not withstand a'rn attack.

"Shiver me timbers, All hands on deck!" , came 'Is  shout
For 'E was a Taker 'n ne'er a Giver.
It's many a time me eyes  'd see 'Im
Cuttin' out some poor soul's liver.

Oh, some tried to fight,
The foolish tried a runnin'
But the Cap'n made well sure
They'd get a'rn full broadside gunnin'.

We'd jump o'cross the ratlines with daggers  a'tween a'rn teeth
Oft times we'd skewer the entire crew
Then take 'ER  plunder aboard a'rn vessel
'N sink t'othern down to Davey Jones...so thar'd behind be left no clue.

Then the Cap'n set sail for Tortuga
Thar be plenty of Rum  'n  Women for us thar 
Ye still don't believe I was a pirate?
All I can say is..."ARRRRRRRRRR"!










Copyright © Dan Cwiak | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku | |

Marks

Tattoos and whiskey
Cigarette marks on her skin
Footprints on sand.

Copyright © Amrita Jha | Year Posted 2015