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Details | Free verse | |

Sometimes

Sometimes I am happy, sometimes I am sad.
Sometime I sing, sometimes I stammer

Sometimes I dance on the music of my soul, Sometimes I dance on the fingers of 
one single person
Sometimes I expect so much from others; sometime I myself can’t meet my own 
expectations.

Sometime I make fun of others and feel bad later, sometimes life makes fun of me 
and I smile
Sometime I win and sometimes I lose, sometimes I don’t even understand whether I 
won or lost.
 
Sometimes I laugh as if whole world is with me,
Sometimes I cry as if I am alone wandering in a strange land

Sometimes I give up so easily
Sometimes I work so hard that no one can stop me to achieve what I want

Sometimes I am dynamic person, who wants to change the world,
And sometimes I am a kid who expects anyone to embrace him tightly.

Sometimes I feel happy about the achievement of my enemy
Sometime I feel dejected with my own success.

Sometimes I help others and show them the right path
Sometimes I feel totally helpless and don’t know where to go

Sometimes I ask god to please give my past back
Sometimes I pray to show me the way forward


Life is composed of SOMETIMES and I just flow with that.
U admit or not but you are also sailing on the same boat.
So join me and enjoy it EVERYTIME as SOMETIMES life is very short!


Details | Ballad | |

EXPRESSIONS OF AFFECTION

Wrapping your loving arms around
somebody whom you love with passion....
is an expression of affection,
and no one expects a reward!

Only God gives love freely...
to demonstrate how intense is kindness;
and we ought to give it kindly,
not shying away from mindfulness! 

Giving more than you have to someone
who needs comforting words...
is surely an expression of affection,
and deeper understanding without recompense!

Our struggles may cause us to worry,
leaving behind unpleasant reminders...
that we never learn from errors
and continue to act improperly?

Smiling widely and honestly
is the truest expression of affection,
welcomed as the most genuine intention;
why can't we all love sincerely?

This life is none than a short jeourney,
fulfilling what's called destiny;
lives are glorified by their deeds,
but also destroyed by  insidious influences!           

Coming to the rescue of your closest friends,
who seem troubled by hardships or pain,
helps them find hope when they only had tears;
stand by them with that expression of affection!


Details | Rhyme | |

Prostitution

I do not belong to your affluent society,

nor do I live at your mercy

A victim of social circumstances.

You sell your art and I bank on my flesh.

No body likes to  be  called by my name

for I am not a part of your fame..

yet you will sleep with me at night,

smelling my flesh gives u delight !

Don't you throw away your pounds!

Instead ,get some bones for your hounds !

I spit on the way this  society refutes

For no body is a born prostitute !



Smriti Jha aka Redfiery


Details | Free verse | |

The Beauty In Futility

Futility
my heart breathes its last breath
Embraces its own death
Ready to be reborn 
and made anew

Can’t live a lie
Refuse to “do”
and I’ll DIE....
Focus now on why I’ll live 
And never touch the sky. 

I have to forget you
I have to reject you 
But I will never love anyone 
like I loved you.....

I heard you whisper 
and you never knew it
I wiped the tears from your eyes 
But you couldn’t feel it

You’re lost and you’ll never find you
And neither will I 
And I’m so sorry--
but I’m NOT. 

I'll attempt to reset
Try to forget
But you know, I never will. 

Be my dirty little secret 
My very worst-kept secret 
Sweet, smooth, beautiful poison 
My infernal and endless attraction 
towards complete and utter self-destruction 

I fell in love with the devil
And it will take one heck of an angel
To save me from the likes of you....

My addiction 
my confusion
my nightmare
my dream never to come true

Oh, I’ll never forget the times
we never shared
I’ll never forget 
how you were never there

Always me, the stars, and tears
And I ask you,
what kind of life is THAT?

I have to face the facts 
I don’t know what happens now
but it happens without you. 

The stains will always be there
the scars will never fade
But the memory of you----
it HAS to. 

I could carry the torch forever
But it would only consume me
I can’t cry another tear for you
Or I’ll dry up completely

It doesn’t affect you
and you never deserved me

You’ll go on with your life, too
All, all alone
Because you’ll only ever be in love
with you. 


Details | Verse | |

Enigma's Calling

Extraordinary, I am 
Craving for unusual thoughts
Endless exploration without boundary
Understanding  the gift I shouldn't fought
 
Invisible drawings in my mind
Playing with the words in my head
My passion
The food of my soul
 
I feel so lucky
The random thoughts
A lifetime companion
A self esteem builder
A goal planner
Be my forever life saver
 
I write more
I talk less
I want to please
I chose to bore
 
What tickles me the most
Is to know what I'm for
Thinking is my love
When  my mind goes empty
That's when I hate
 
My day dreaming lust
Organizing things in my mind
Playing roles of simulation
Where images of art is my vision
And words of attitude is my heart


Details | I do not know? | |

What If

Hey people why you listen to the people that don’t matter. You all get mad when the talk 
sh&t and when they put you down. Why do you think they continue to do it? It is because 
they get a reaction out of you and it drives them to get more. They feel like they have 
control over you and they are your masters and its pathetic. I’m not innocent no one is. 
Everyone does it either because they have had it done to them or because they feel like 
they have to be noticed. I’ve realized if you just laugh and completely ignore them you will 
have a better life and it will make life out to be better then what you thought it could ever 
be.  I know I can’t say I’m fully able to ignore everyone but it’s a process I have made a lot 
of progress and I have learned I am a lot happier and feel way better when I just laugh or 
walk away. If people actually stopped and didn’t say anything and laughed about it more 
people would stop bullying. I know it’s very hard to believe me and it’s a process I think 
everyone needs to take. Who are they to judge you? You are the only one who needs to 
accept you for you. If you can’t accept what you are and what your personality is without 
being embarrassed about it you can’t live with anyone else. If you stop right now and think 
about all of the times you retaliated and said something back at the person that was 
bothering you did it get better or did it get worse and ay what if I don’t say anything maybe I 
won’t get angry and maybe they will leave me alone. If you can take the first step even 
though it is the hardest one there is to take you will have a better outlook on life and 
yourself and you will be happier then you could ever imagine.  I don’t care who you are if 
you will only make the first step the next steps are a lot easier and you will learn to live life 
to the fullest and it will make you have more friends and you will have a better life style and 
you will have more fun instead of always being mad and sad and depressed. If everyone in 
the world would just take that one fateful step it would make all of the difference.


Details | Rhyme | |

Fly-Fly-O, Butterfly

                       Fly
                       Fly
                 O, butterfly
               This little boy
With a gun, thinking, it’s just a toy
                       Fly
                       Fly
                 O, butterfly
               This little boy
A soldier he is, yet still, he’s a boy
                       Fly 
                       Fly
                 O, butterfly
               This little boy
Learned to fire, ‘cos of indecent lie
                        Fly
                        Fly
                  O, butterfly
                This little boy
He’s badly wounded, ‘cos of his toy
                       Fly
                       Fly
                 O, butterfly
               This little boy
No longer a soldier, nor, a little boy
                        Fly
                        Fly
                  O, butterfly
                This little boy
Not breathing, so he can not tell a lie
                         Fly
                         Fly
                   O, butterfly
                 This little boy
Show him, your world, without a gun
                          Fly
                          Fly
                    O, butterfly
                 This little boy
Tell him, he’s still a boy, not a soldier
                          Fly
                          Fly
                    O, butterfly
                 This little boy
Warn him, he’ll get hurt, when he fire
                           Fly
                           Fly
                     O, butterfly
                  This little boy
Guide his soul, to Enchanted Kingdom


Details | Elegy | |

Everyday Regrets

        Every Everyday I feel the same old mistakes brushing up my leg and heading 
striaght for my heart. Trying make me sting... stupid memories, I can't shake them away 
and they just make me feel everyday regrets. I knew you were leaving, I could feel it 
inside. Yet it seemed like life just kept moving on... it never let me stop for a minute 
to see how you were doing and I blame myself for not saying good bye. Sometimes I cry 
when I think about you... sometimes I wonder why I didn't just go see you. One more 
mistake and my heart keeps on aching. I'm not ready for this but even so it kills me. 
Everyday regrets about the times i'll never forget and the things I never got to say. I 
know your looking down on me trying to console me but in my mind everything went wrong 
and I wasn't even there... you just passed right along and I couldn't even hold your 
hand. I wanted to be there... I had grown up a lot since this ever ending roller coaster 
ride and just as I was getting off the dizziness still hadn't worn off. You were taking 
away in the middle of the night... I wasn't even there and that makes me sad. I didn't 
hear you voice... I didn't show any remorse and it hurts me deep inside that I will never 
see your heart beat again or see you talk to me like you used to do. Everyday Regrets and 
I keep on blaming myself in a story that just won't ever end and will continue until I 
see your face again. I won't forget, I will remember... I disappointed you and that's all 
I can say for now goodbye is hardly the words I ever wanted to say. But now your gone and 
i'm living with everyday regrets.


Details | Narrative | |

Child Prostitutes (2006)

Staring head on in the face
What is happening in each corner of this dreadful place
I don’t want to say rather me that you
I wish there was something I could do
Children for sale just isn’t right
Buts its happening day and night 


Details | Couplet | |

The Addict

They live in a war zone, battling, absent of pause,
While seeking from within some exonerating cause;
Their existence is no more than one breath on a string,
They squint at the carnage, their war's sure to bring.

Having no distant future for the moment they exist,
All because of some substance free wills can't resist.
While their string continues their brains do so fry,
It has made drugs our problem a fact we can't deny.


Details | Lyric | |

Love Notes

Love notes 
Wordings from the heart
That I’m trying to use 
To cover this scented stationery
With my ball point scribbler, I’m proud 
To match the sensual scent 
Of your lovely and fiery lips
With crimson thoughts, but as I finally come 
To end my writings, after so many pages 
Hooked thrown into a silent bin 
I begin to wonder if it’s better to recite
My love notes to you in person
For this way you would feel 
Much, much better…
The bubbling rhythm 
Of my heart


  


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Fabel24

 Fabel24 
Fabel24 
 
 
CHARLAX 
 
CHARLEXES FABELS 
 
CONVERTED 
SAVED CONVERTED INVERTED CRUCIFIED DEAD BUT NOT YET BURIED 
Kiss the ewe she never cries she never sighs she stays happy all the times we 
try. The eye was stopped by a patrolman in the middle of my walk to the church to 
lay my layman down to rest a night a bite of something not so sweet in bag to 
help me live. He said ADDRESS what is your ADDRESS like it's the most 
important thing to have NO eye said NO eye do not have a TUCSON address just 
one in Flagstaff. HOMELESS he said. NO eye said eye have the ADDRESS in 
FLAGSTAFF the one on my ID card. NO he said you are just HOMELESS in 
TUCSON. He noticed that eye cared nothing for any of that. WHY did yew not say 
that to begin WITH he said to me and eye just tried to ignore a man who has the 
world to shrug upon his Atlast Shoulders? PHONE he said ??? No phone what's 
your cell phone??? 
EEYE do not have a PHONE NO CELL PHONE eye almost cried. 
NO NUMBER NO PLACE IN THIS WORLD TO CALL MY HOME. 
The Indian has no feather he is saved now he is in Heaven beside the MEE. Live 
in life wrap the world outside live the life of love and learn to live and love. Eat a 
LOT of CHARLAX eat a lot of poems eat a lot of Fabels now. 


Details | Lyric | |

The Godfather

I’m a man, just simply a man;
once a child with no other distinction.
I am neither your first son, nor last.

I cannot alter what God has planned, 
nor stop sun to shine, 
nor stop the rain he’s cast.

So, I seek a solution to the paradigm
of angst and joy of life,
of the person I should be now.

Though life’s full of mystery and of misery,
you were there to give me hope and dignity,
no wonder I always love to be with you.

But, when God decided...
we couldn’t say, “No!” 
You left me with his everlasting glory.

As time passes, I realize the greatness of 
love and joy on the day of my friend’s son,
I became like you, a loving godfather.


Details | Free verse | |

S'il Tu Plait

De toi- fixant mes yeux
Mais je suis humaine
Alors, malheur tu désires plus….
Pour me trouver


Details | Rhyme | |

Thank you

Thank you – Zamreen Zarook

Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.

Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.

People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.

Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.


Details | Free verse | |

Generic Minds

generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot 
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine 
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians 
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them


Details | Free verse | |

Nobody's Child

Her chapped palms smell of
-ungrateful jasmine-
roughened by shrewd plays of world.
And in the creases of
- youthful forehead-
sleeps an orphaned childhood, old.

Among distasteful leering,
ineffectual rags of
-modesty cries-
unfortunate beauty trapped among
-lechers-
pawn broker and hawker alike.

-Nobody’s Child -
gazes high UP , at the
  S
  K
  Y
  S
  C
  R
  A
  P
  E
  R
  S ,
elegant unreachable stairs
winding beyond clouds yonder. 

S L O W L Y sighing,
At the dreams hidden, on the dark side of
half bitten moon.


Details | Haiku | |

The suicide note

In his suicide note
My poverty is to blame
No one else, he wrote


Details | Acrostic | |

Reflections: Midlife Crisis

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
!!


Details | Free verse | |

A DIALOGUE WITH GOD

Come Father, become human and kind...
sit at my  blessed and abundant table,
and have a dialogue with me!
Many questions assumed for myself:
like uncotrollable rivers flooding their banks...
pitifully susceptible to oblivion;
a disaster so real and not too stealthy...
come Father,suspend time!  

Indisputible are Your commandments
that make the sinners tremble
and the mighty complain and ramble;
unchangeable are Your moral demands,
and the devouts heed them with reverence...
to diffuse them without diffidence!
    
Come Father,engorge this eager spirit...
descend to clear up contradictory opinions,
words dictated by the die-hard and undignified;
this is not a conception or a dilemma,
but an enormous and contemptuous enigma
engraved on the souls that engage in snarling tactics
to ensconce, not to enrapture what is good...
and in doing so they captivate people in sin!

I declare my faithfulness with words that prolifate
and have  wonder and inspiration...
true words that express a genuine faith;
I am not  prognostic...I rely on devine intervention,
and shun what lacks in importance...
not debasing what is sacred to satisfy their impertinence! 

Come Father, have this promenade...
let's talk about their impervious minds
that collide with truth with impetuous haste;
come father, let's make them perfect and pious...
give them a plausible momentum of grace,
and make them victorious and vindicated! 


Details | Verse | |

That Girl

Everyone thinks they know that girl. At 
least they think they do. 
You know that girl that makes everyone 
laugh, and is a class clown. Who used 
to be a star athlete. And had everything 
going for her.
Yeah that girl that everyone thinks they 
know
She became homeless at the age of 16 
due to a house fire.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
Yet that girl is still laughing away and 
making everyone laugh, but isn't the 
same inside, No, Something inside of 
her changed they way she felt.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
She became mentally ill, she was 
diagnosed with major depression and 
bipolar disorder. She was always under 
medication, so you never knew what 
side of her you where going to get.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
No one knew how much she hated 
hearing sirens go off, or how she 
couldn't stand seeing fire trucks. She 
struggled living her life daily.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
She lost her closes friends cause she 
shut them out and nearly lost them all.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
From what I hear it's been 3 years 
since the fire and that girl is barely 
getting her sight of her future back.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
She is talking to her lost friends again, 
but just isn't the same for her, so she 
has to make new ones. Which means 
she has no one.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
She is happier now and is looking 
forward to graduating and moving on 
from this chapter of her life and letting 
go.
How do I know so much of her?, well 
"that girl" is me.Yeah that girl that 
everyone thought they knew. 
But im fine now. Sure I have my 
downfalls, but I still get up and smile. 
THAT GIRL IS ME, I AM THAT GIRL.


Details | Couplet | |

The Homeless Are Human Too

Imagine a vagrant...asleep on a bench
Imagine his body.....alive with foul stench
Picture this if you can/his life in the past
His mother a drunk, his father lives fast
Cast from his home at a tender young age
Still going to school at the puberty stage
Thrown to the streets to live as a bum
Nobody caring/his future looks glum
But, The Homeless Are Human, despite disbelief
Most even have Wisdom, bring comfort/relief
So, when you start thinking they belong locked in a zoo
Just remember my Friends....that this could be you


Details | Alliteration | |

Her name is Poverty

She tells me, 
Of the belt of hunger that clings to her waist, 
Of how it's only ever loosened by rampaging and rummaging through waste.

She tells me,
How her journey through payments, predicaments and pavements make her tire,
How her cracked feet and wracked heart are passed by Tyre after Tyre.

She tells me, 
About the intricate diagnoses and prognoses that riddle her every fiber, vessel and vein, 
About the cardboard pleas and pleads that have all been in vain.

She tells me,
That this is the existence her weeping womb has bred,
That her hope for her successors is that they may succeed her in the fight for bread.

She tells me,
Her name is poverty.
Do you remember her?


Details | Free verse | |

Love, Death, and Rebirth

The signs started in December
When she started waking up in tears each night
She was a normal girl with dark brown hair and darker brown eyes
She had plenty of friends and a loving family with just one thing missing
Her father. 

Days passed by and turned into weeks but only felt like a few seconds
Her life just whizzed by faster and faster until it was just a whirr in front of her eyes
Darkness filtered into her heart and mind until she didn't know if she could go on
But she had to. She couldn't let her mother and her sister drown in this same pain
She wouldn't let them.

She pushed all the darkness into the depths of her own heart
In hopes to save the hearts of the two people she had left
Because what else was there to live for now?
The rest of her world had crashed and her mother and sister was all that was left 
She wouldn't let them drown in pain too. 

She watched as they started to heal in her loving arms
Their hearts started to lighten up once more
But hers was just as dark as it was before 
And growing darker day by day 
But she wouldn't let that stop her. 

Suddenly a year had passed... and then two 
It only seemed like seconds to her but everyone else started moving on
Her mother and sister no longer needed her nurturing care
But she needed someone to hold on to
Anyone...

With nothing left for her to take control of, the dark pushed past her boundries 
It found a way into her soul
Until all she could see was dark and no light 
But her mother and sister were healed now
They didn't understand

The tears came back and engulfed her soul
Bit by bit until she wasn't sure why she was still alive
The grief took over like knives 
Piercing her skin over and over and over
It hurt so much.

She started to wonder what it'd look like to be dead
She could see him again if she was
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to endure this pain?
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to live knowing she'd never see him again?
It would.

So she started to hate herself
All that negative energy was starting to take toll
Everyone around her was breathing while she suffocated more and more by the second
She wished she'd just choke already instead of living in constant pain
If no one would put her out of her misery, she'd have to do it herself

She couldn't see any light anymore
So she grabbed the pill bottle off the shelf and just hoped it wouldn't take long to die
Deep down she still had a spark of light, but she just couldn't find it 
And now it was too late in her mind to change, to turn back and try to look deeper
She was done living.

That's when people started to notice that everything wasn't as peaceful as it seemed
They started to see how deeply depressed she had become
They wanted to help her see the light again before it was too late 
So they sent her away to see doctors and to take pills to make everything better
It was a start.

She didn't see a change at first but suddenly she could think clearly
Maybe what they were doing was actually going to help her see the light again
Yes, she still wanted to die, but maybe that wasn't the only option anymore
They cared,  and behind all their own problems they were trying to understand
They really were trying

Six months longer she would be treated and cared for
Until suddenly she was sent home from her treatment and care with a smile on her face
She had a new perspective
Someone had helped her ignite that spark in her heart until it was a glowing ember
She had been reborn

Sometimes you have to be able to experience the worst of it
To come back shining brighter than before
And if she had died that cold day in October, she wouldn't of ever seen the best of it
Or known that it would get better
and it did!

And she now sits at her laptop, with a smile on her face and warmth in her heart
It's never been an easy road and it won't ever be
But at least she knows she's lived through the worst
And it can only get better from here

So whenever she feels lonely or gets back into that dark spot again
She can look back on what she's learned and can read this poem
And remember that she survived the darkest depths of depression
And she will continue to survive it as long as she lives
Because she is stronger now than she ever was before ?


Details | Quatrain | |

Charity Begins At Home

CHARITY Is the most honourable of all good intentions To help those poor souls in need We all have so much for which to be thankful Our mission is to do a good deed BEGINS The task of seeking the underprivileged Those truly in need of assistance Doing our very best to make sure they enjoy A happier and productive existence AT Very first news of someone in distress Be there to offer your hand Making sure things are contented at home Then offer to help your fellow man HOME Is definitely where charity should begin On that we must be consistent Then share the warmth of our loving heart And our happy and peaceful existence ©Jack Ellison 2012


Details | I do not know? | |

A Story My Mother Told Me

someone always told me this with tears in her eyes...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)


a wife left South Africa in the 1960’s to join her husband 
who was in exile at the time...

in 1970 the husband was sent by the African National Congress to India to be its representative there...

the husband and wife spent two years in Bombay...

one afternoon the husband fell and broke his leg...

the wife knocked on their neighbour’s door, in an apartment complex in Bombay

the neighbour was an old Punjabi lady...

the wife asked the neighbour for a doctor to see to the injured husband...

a Parsi ‘Bone-Setter’ was promptly summoned...

the husband still recalls his anxiety of seeing ‘Bone-Setter’ written on the Parsi gentleman’s bag...

by the way, the ‘Bone-Setter’ worked his ancient craft and surprisingly for the husband, his broken leg healed quite soon...

but still on that day, while the ‘Bone-Setter’ was seeing to the husband...

the wife and the old Punjabi lady from next door got to talking about this and that and where these new Indian-looking wife and husband were from as their accents were clearly not local...

the wife told the elderly Punjabi lady that the husband worked for the African National Congress of South Africa and had left to serve the ANC from exile...

and that they had left their two children behind in South Africa and that they were now essentially political refugees...

the Punjabi lady broke down and wept uncontrollably...

she told the foreign woman that she too had had to leave her home in Lahore in 1947 and flee to India with only the clothes on her back when the partition of the subcontinent took place and Pakistan was formed and at a time when Hindus from Pakistan fled to India and vice versa...

the Punjabi lady then asked the foreign woman her name...

‘Zubeida’, but you can call me ‘Zubie’...

the Punjabi woman hugged Zubie some more, and the two women, seperated by age and geography, wept, sharing a shared pain...

the Punjabi woman told Zubie that she was her ‘sister’ from that day on, and that she felt that pain of exile and forced migration and what being a refugee felt like...

Zubie and her husband Mosie became the closest of friends with the Hindu Punjabi neighbours who were kicked out of Pakistan by Muslims...

then came the time for Mosie and Zubie to leave for Delhi where the African National Congress office was based...

the elderly Punjabi lady and Mosie and Zubie said their goodbyes...

a year or two later, the elderly Punjabi lady’s daughter Lata married Ravi Sethi and the couple moved to Delhi...

the elderly Punjabi lady called Zubie and told her that her daughter was coming to Delhi to live and that she had told Lata, her daughter that she had a ‘sister’ in Delhi...

Lata and Ravi Sethi then moved to Delhi...

This was in the mid-1970’s...

Lata and Zubie became the closest of friends and that bond stayed true, and stays true till today, though Zubie is no more, and the elderly Punjabi lady is no more...

the son and the husband still have a bond with Lata and Ravi Sethi...

a bond that was forged between Hindu and Muslim and between two continents across the barriers of creed and time...

a bond strong and resilient, forged by the pain and trauma of a shared experience...

and that is why, and I shall never stop believing this, that hope shines still, for with all the talk of this and of that, and of that and of this, there will always be a simple woman, somewhere, anywhere, who would take the ‘other’ in as a sister, a fellow human...

and that is why there will always be hope...
hope in the midst of this and of that and of that and of this...

hope...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)


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I Hate Aunt Floe

NOTE: This poem is a humoruos stab at PMS from a mans point of view

I can see your blood boiling
through  the blades I once called eyes,
they were once beautiful  like jewels
now they hurt my deep insides.
cutting at my guts
and like a noose on my  lungs;
your words seek like bullets 
your mouth like sniper guns.
I’m hit with each inaccuracy…
Being killed by words untrue;
and you even got the nerve
to tell me what you think I do.
But let me get mad
and try to plead my case;
then suddenly the world
is a f--ked up place.
You got tears running down…
What the Hell did I do?
We were just sitting and laughing
I could swear that we were cool.
Oh God…
Oh no…;
I should have seen it… 
It’s Aunt Floe…,
This battle can’t be won or reasoned
I think its best I go.
Cause I hate Aunt Floe 
and she hate me too;
she sit and talk sh-t
about the gum I chew. 
The color of my shirt…,
She say my look is a stair;
She say my best has no worth
And she doesn’t stop there.
I didn’t change
I’ve been the same 
these 28 days,
 but now I’m f_ckin A__hole 
Aunt Floe gave me that name.  
She said get out my face 
This aint your home no more,
But I’m more puzzled by 
What was said before.
I love you 
With her glossy eyes 
I knew it was true, 
But horribly sly
You see these words
make me the fool.
The one that’s cruel
That a__hole dude,
That sparked the fuel
To this f__kin feud.
But I swear to God
I didn’t start this sh_t,
Why would I give up my love 
To live my life like in a pit.
 This is horrible sh_t 
Wasted days spent,
On nothing but the worst
I could be bathed in your sent. 
You could be laughing 
While I’m smiling
But Aunt Floe Won’t let this be,
And the only way to make this right
Is hold my tongue  a week.
And that ain’t gone happen 
I’m a person too,
Not soft
But I got feelins
and don’t know what  to do.
Now its been six days
Unbelievable  rage,
She locked herself 
In the room
I call it her cage.
I smell a sent in the air
It wasn’t there before,
Now lookin down the hall
I see an open door.
Is this a trap 
I’ll guess I’ll see,
If I fall for another
 You know that’s dumb ass me.
Curled in the bed 
I think I know that girl,
But where’s the hells Aunt Floe
The one that f__ked my world.
She packed up and gone
Didn’t even say good bye,
Just came wit gang of bullsh_t
And vanished in the sky.
Is that you my dear
Can you please come here,
Listen close and crystal clear…
I hate Aunt Floe
 Next time she here
Make sure I’m stocked
with weed and beer.
I love you punk.  ?


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Helping Haiti

For there is no discrimination when catastrophe strikes;
It is no time to fight.
No race card of black and white.
This is when people of all creeds and races need to unite.
Sometimes I question, whether compassion for humanity still exists.
Haiti use to be where the rich thrive, and the poor perish,
We should quell their fears;
Lord give Haiti the strength to fight their tears. 
Now the wealthy and poor are united at last,
So let them assist each other and forget about the past,
They may be battered and beaten, but they are not defeated.
Haiti is where my Jesus is seated.
But out of the destruction, hope will rise,
For it's children I will always have tears in my eyes.
Bring a prayer and a friend
Let's support their cause and faith
Lord give Haiti the strength, don’t let them wait
While guided by Your light, it is the comfort they seek 
‘Cause their scenario is bleak
Come help if you can
So stretch your hands from land to land


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WE ARE INDEPENDENCE!

We are Tausug Nation
Defending independence
Free from the enemies
Stood not to get oppressed

Our Nation ruled
Of the country’s independence
Never conquered from then
We shall develop our land

Our country, nation is known
Home of courageous person
Bound only in one faith
Never care of the death

Tumantangis, Dahu peaks of our land
To Bagsak, Sinumaan
And to all the mountains here
Only one God is aimed

Zamboanga, Basilan, North Borneo, Palawan
Centre is in Sulu land
Ruled by the Sultan
From the early point of time

Our nation is united
In the name of faith is complete
Only God is firm
Determined not to get conquered

Land of the pearl garden
Sulu Sea in the world is famous
From the South and North
And East and West

Blood of Martyrs flowed in the vein of the Sug Nation
Fought to defend
Flag rose like Vinta strip
Eternal pledge appeared


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The Weekend

I stood in front with a long red dress 
I wasn’t sure what to do 
I hadn’t planned on this, and took off my left shoe 
I wanted to jump on the tramp, but oh the mess 

Every person took their turn 
Lots even got a burn 
Some fell and got bumps 
Others made large jumps 

I waited for my chance 
Standing behind my hunky boy 
He sized me up and jumped on the toy 
Moving like a dance 

I separated my two feet 
And tied my skirt in a knot 
The skirt became pants and I moved to the spot 
I smiled and bounced on my seat 


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I'M TALKING WHO'S LISTENING

From North, South, East, and West
I think all of us are full of stress
All the old values are in demise 
Half truths, no truths, are just lies
Radio and TV tell you half the story 
Newspapers and magazines are more gory
New terror is conflicts that abound
A cry of fear is our new sound
The criminals have endless rights 
While the victim is lost in his own plight 
No pretense 
Now days who uses common sense
There is a lot of unhappiness and a lot of strife 
Just look around how can we improve life?
War after war seems like the inevitable solution to a problem
But peace and love is the only way to solve them
Does anybody care?
Is the answer because we all live in fear.
So what is your answer?
It is eating at our thought and lives like cancer.
The consciousness of humanity must soon grow to incorporate this truth
The world as a whole can finally come to a place of peace and harmony now that is proof.
No one is better or worse; 
History repeats itself, mankind is that our curse?

It is better to be violent, if there is violence in our hearts, than to put on the cloak of nonviolence to cover impotence.  ~Gandhi



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Zoo - Just to Amuse You

One fine day, I planned a visit to zoo
Alone landed amidst the fauna left so few
Treaded merrily on greenery, singing my heart out
Whilst a lion’s scary roar made me shout

‘Ah! Another visitor’, said the lion annoyingly
‘Why should we entertain you?’ said he fumingly
‘What’s the point in wasting your energy and mine?
Making us do the funny acts, do they seem so divine?’

Hearing those words I dared
Reduced the distance, still scared
Said I, ‘Stop fuming King of Jungle, watch out for your age,
Hadn’t I come to visit you, wouldn’t you be bored in your cage?’

‘The answer dwells in your question, silly girl
You humans have no heart of pearls,
The so-called king of jungle imprisoned in cage
Heartthrob of millions I was, at my early age’

‘To meet my family, hope it doesn’t get too late
I need to eagerly meet ‘em all, my cubs, my mate
I still feel them, they are waiting for me
Oh girl! Be kind enough to set me free.’


I couldn’t have done that with all my might
Turned my way, delighted by a peacock’s sight
The multihued beauty was sheltered in a metallic cage
Awe! Gloomy this beauty looked, in distress and rage

‘What is wrong? Do you want to fly?’
It turned around and looked straight at the sky
‘Show me those vibrant feathers, the fan-like crest
Guests would adore seeing you dance at your best’

‘I dance just for my love, my love for rain,
Cool breeze no more likes crossing my lane
Why do I open my feathers without my mate’s presence?
Just to amuse you, I shall do; confined in this fence’

Dumbstruck, I decided to turn my way
Walked ahead in quest of animals happy and gay
There it was! A crazy monkey, flirting and making its choice
Mimicking others and playing around, hear its evil noise

Bouncing, bouncing and dancing, dancing
It ruled as if dungeon’s dominant king
Wow! You look so happy; what’s the reason?
‘Girl! No more fun for you, ‘coz free I’ll be from this prison’.

Two giant men came forward and opened the door
Good Lord! It’ll be free, unkind humans is just animal’s lore!
Monkey screeched, ‘Meet me soon in the nearby forest
Where I meet my pals, play, eat, have fun and rest’

 Happy to see the monkey’s joy, I walked ahead
Across the bushes, saw a van, a huge van in red
Giant men carried animals and dumped in the van
Shocked I was to see the sight and reckoned their plan

Why was my monkey friend inside, for what purpose?
It was clear as I read the van’s name, ‘The Great Royal Circus!’


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The desert was a beach.

I stood by the periphery… 
gracelessly doling derivative remarks 
(all that is rhetorical in rhetoric and blatant in denial) 
upon my comrades, the dust shot Sandinistas of midsummer masochism, 
the caliphs of ‘Baltic Bay’.  
“The armistice laid flowers upon 
the salt seasoned lip of the hatch-backed hawk…” 
Blood fell passively between his heartbroken legs, 
siphoned from each and every available pore; 
the oxygenated irony of pneumatic Gnosticism: 
“The desert was a beach.” 
They say that war is a catalytic catharsis, a palatial reprieve,
without languid logic or porous rationality, 
the emancipation of masculinity, 
castrated by the wire… 
I thought it was hell… I was taught to think otherwise… 
The torrential shards of verbal promiscuity 
stole light unto the fore, 
anxiously negotiating 
the parochial labyrinth of incandescent egotism, 
intrinsically denied.  
Rare, poached howitzers… laden with anxiety 
bore slight from the barbed-wire battalion 
of ill-fitting idiots, 
shuffling their feet, settling their nerves, 
sealing their fate with 
slack pot meandering midst snip sniped surprise.
“The technicality of principalities, dukedoms and deceit, 
tune the tuneless melody and save your soul from hate. “ 
Their calibre unknown, their reasons unfounded… 
the calypso calling cantaloupes of entrepreneurial acumen 
shot black with dusk… slid unto the night. 
Corporal rationale: “Half an hour of ambiguity…” 
Lieutenant liquidation: “Twenty minutes of woe…” 
Collective privacy: “Ten minutes of philistine philanthropy…”
Collective piracy: “Five minutes of... … ….” 
Towel clenched soviets, eager and resentful, 
scape-goaded the photographic horde into meagre submission… 
subverting the course of justice. 
Rented Kalashnikovs rattled ravenous replies… 
once, twice, three times a corpse… 
“Androgyny and xenophiles, the pasteurised provocateur… 
draped in Prada propped dynamics, mechanically aware…”   
Desiccant faeces flew five feet into the air; 
the aluminium gilded lavatories received the short end of the stick, 
figuratively emasculated… 
literally liquidated within (without) the… humdrum humidity. 
Gabriel dictated the proceedings. 
The abortive restraint of sycophantic silencers 
and Hassidic hallucinations, 
graced by a political patriarchy… 
urinating upon the synthetic soil.

     

 

    


        


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IS TIME KILLING US

So much is happening. 
Time is flying like the speed of lightning. 
We know where it will end and still we just go on and pretend. 
Where are we going what do we have to gain. 
This rushing is not exciting it's more like one big pain.
I really feel sorry for the world so much so that I could cry.
But then I ask myself why? 
The world is constantly turning but people aren't learning. 
If when we do learn are we taking heed and yearning?
I like peace and love, that's what life should be about. 
I rather put the pen to the paper then to scream and shout.
There's fighting everywhere like it is a rebellion.
But is it a revolution whatever happened to the good ole American institution. 
So in our cities and communities what can be done? 
Or do we still live by the gun.
Racial walls between people must be torn to the ground 
In the bible answers can be found and then love will abound 
Since 9/11 is terror now the name of the game? 
Who should we fear if we know the Lord’s name. (JESUS)
Or you can sit and wait for the bomb to fall. 
And you'll be part of what killed us all. 

If God brings it to you- God will bring you through it.   Kings 8:24


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Skin Deep

If I could dream
for anything
I would dream of Peace, Love
and Unity
for all Bloods & Crips
all gangs, are in need of a change
for you represent such ignorance
and scrutiny 
Difference in colors worn
Sides in which you were born
are truly all that divides
when the two opposing sides
collide
and it makes no sense
for we all Bleed
Blue turned Red
Blood Inside
And a future generation
is hard to provide
when death, is like your shadow
creepin' up by your side
and drive-by shootings happen
each late night, outside
where running seems the only option
to know
for no places to hide
no defense for your demise
for a difference in colors worn
and what side in which you were born
is truly all that divides
when these two sides collide
and it makes no sense to me
for we all Bleed
Blue turned Red
Blood Inside


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Homeless Man and His Dog

throw him a nickle

maybe a dime

tell yourself he'll be fine


careful not to look into his eyes

he has feelings

an inconvenient surprise


by his side his loyal companion

a little dog he cannot abandon


throw them a nickle

maybe a dime

tell yourself they'll be just fine


you come home

turn on the light

surely they'll find shelter from the night


you take a shower 

and go to bed

but thoughts of them fill your head


so in your car you go to find

the sad little pair you left behind


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Bukowski

Was it said before? Sure.
Was it said this way? I doubt it.
Perspective is in no way obscure,
And his works are nothing without it.

His motivation’s observed in daily life,
Misery, not just some vague inspiration.
He begs for reason, some way to lessen strife;
His words reflect a resounding desperation.

There seems a need at times to clarify, 
But that’s allowed in his terms only;
So many thoughts seem somewhat ‘rarefied’,
Fed his fire, but made him lonely.

No ‘underachiever’, not just another fool,
But still seeking solace by the glass;
Tempering his stagger and his drool 
With just a bit of ‘kiss my ass.’ 

But, usually, genius ‘sots’ come to ground,
Lucid moments - on the square;
Their driving ‘bolts’ of genius, word or sound,
Only written because they dare.

Yes, you can feel the written “heart”,
But few of us can realize that sort of pain;
No isolated misery… of many lives a part,
Each begs an answer... “Who’ll stop the rain?”

Yes, he’s lived it, seen it, and told it well;
But Timing is the Master of one’s Fate.
Is the timing right?  Funny…only time will tell…
Will you will be a whining sot or dare to be great?

One success can be lucky, we’ve seen that before.
One book, one song, then quietly fade away.
But six novels later, we should know the score;
He must have had something to say.

So, at the perfect time, someone heard.
Someone who was “someone” took someone under wing.
And to those with interest and empathy, they sold his words;
Saying they “are genius” and with “ugly truth” they ring.

But did he create any redeeming changes or impacts?
Yes, what singular influence did all his artful whining bring?
None... just a relentless, repetitive diatribe of sad facts.
Oh, yes…..and a little “ching ching”.

Entered in the "Idiot or Genius" contest 27 March 2014

not so genius

 


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Gobble Gobble

<                                           cobblestone streets where she strolls
                                             waiting looking  for her next clients
                                             lip stick skirt blouse boots she fluffs hair
                                             horn's blair people's stare all fair game
                                             waiting looking for her next clients
                                             dim lit streets she turns her head for another
                                             horn's blair people's stare all fair game
                                             liars cheaters she don't care
                                             waiting looking for her next clients
                                             lip stick skirt blouse boots she fluffs hair
                                             dim lit streets she  turns her head for another
                                             cobblestone streets where she strolls
                                             


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45th- BLANK

there are 2 blank cards
in the angel card deck so
today I'm "depressed"

for this to be the 
best country in the whole world
today it looks sad

just happy that I 
was a member of the age
of Aquarius

our best hour was 
revolution of 60's
created big change

now elephants rule
just capitalistic pigs
love hear themselves squeal



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Last Night This Canalbank Was Home

Last night, this canal bank was home
I see the tossed newspapers blow
And a solitary brown blanket lie
Where not all that long ago
Someone slept... but they were not camping
This was home last night
And, as I approach the bridge
I see him sitting there... on my right...

Hes old and weezened, lights a cigarette
Or at least his best to do so he does try...
And I ever the Christian full of compassion
Keep my distance and hurry by.


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They

They pronounce to me there is but no ordinary
Then how is it that being dissimilar achievable?
They notify me everyone is diverse
Then is it that being diverse to be ordinary?

They advise to me there is no flawlessness 
But is perfection attainable?
They inform me it is once you do everything acceptably 
So what happens when everything is accepted inaccurately?

They tell me an assortment of things
They inquire about my thoughts
But I have learned time after time to declare to ‘them’:
I want to be the me I once sought


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Baptized In Equality

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


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Revised- Reflections On A Gift Of Watermelon Pickle...

That half grown chrysanthemums/
Stirring up like accuser's.
Life is compared with what two things ?
Which do you think is the richer more revealing comparison ?
Poets use many symbols/
Geese flying south can be a symbol,
Of that of approaching winter/
Heart's symbolize love,
In this brief expanse we call life,
One may want to cry out in a revolt ?
Other's simply take in a breathe of fresh air/
Ponder that many other's that don't even care ?
We all must become united in this great cause !
Not to use this concept loosely/
Yet to humbly ponder a thought,
What do you all think tells a more detailed story ?
The poem or the picture ?
Love can grow out of a billowing cry/
Perhaps a cut nor a mere stye in the eye ?
The seventies had embarked on this journey/
Not to mention that of Timothy Leary ?
This took us to a vast opened door !
To break on through to the other side/
Lest I emplore,
Still we have every bit of reason in which to grasp/
That lattice decor to that shine on the asp,
A sweet juice filled with fine honey nectar/
The future resources,
Allow the creative poet/
To begin to explore the valley of much more !
In gaining the proper word/
Fresh out of the Autumn air !


Details | McWhirtle | |

Romeo the Great Lover


I’m really amazed by 
Romeo the great lover 
who boasted his greatness
of loving my friend Tess.

Oh, Gee! How hard it is 
for him to display his trademark
of love, for her 
in the presence of his wife.




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What If You LOST EVERYTHING



"What If... You Lost Everything?" What if your "luck has all run out?" "No one listens" no matter how loud you shout. What if your life has come to "a dead end road." You've lost everything... Even your car's been towed. What if all you have "suddenly disappeared." As the storms of life have “appeared." What if you got on your knees in prayer. Knowing there's a God who really does care. What if you gave Jesus complete control. Giving him your life, heart and eternal soul. What if Jesus gently wiped away your tears. And his peace calmed all anxiety and fears. What if you realized at this moment in time. Jesus is worth more than a large gold mine. What if he restored that you've lost & all that's been tekan. With him on board... You're never forsaken! An abundant life is that he promised to give. And he will enrich your life each day that you live! By JIm Pemberton


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Christmas 2009

Recession made Christmas harder than ever before
Family’s splitting – money the core
Dad’s leaving to live on the street
So that young hungry mouths are able to eat
That some extra cash might be in the house
and children might learn what Christmas is about?
But without Dad gone, roof would be lost
for the bills are much higher – we can’t meet the cost
No longer can the average family budget
2009, jobs lost, even working struggle to afford it
Commercialism needs to stop building hopes and dreams
Childern don’t understand you are busting at the seams
Disappointment reigns as kids outside taunt and tease
No longer we fit in we’re all on our knees
Sinking. Even love has fallen apart
We don’t want this Christmas just haven’t the heart!
Expectation lower, depressions set in
Politicians not helping the hole we’re all in
Instead raising taxes they’ll crucify more
and this miserable life could be at your door
Will someone tell them that family should be together
sharing love, life, hopes dreams whatever they weather


Details | ABC | |

Quick Energy~

Quick Energy

Sight Unseen

Sometimes Pieces

Are the Ones You Miss


Details | I do not know? | |

You call yourself a father

Growing up was hard for me,
I think i grew up to soon,
I had to take charge in the big brother role,
But also i had to take hold to the father role somehow.

My mom was the only one who was there for her children,
We knew that she loved us,
She was in love with my father but he wasn't faithful,
So she found someone else who showed her true love.

My siblings never truly understood it,
I tried my best to encourage them to behave,
Which they listened but to a certain point,
Finally my mom married her true love and the caos began.

My father tried to step back in the picture,
My siblings began to side with my father not knowing the seriousness,
I decided to talk to them one-on-one but neither of them listened,
They wanted for my mom and father to be together.

One day my mother sat them down,
Telling them the hurt and pain she experienced with my father,
She explain to them the whole nine yards,
They understood then and began looking at my father differently.

Getting to the stage of middle school,
We began to see less of our father,
It was his choice...not ours,
He wouldn't call for our birthdays or holidays,

So we leaned mostly on our step-father,
They wouldn't accept him as father,
He would do all he could for us,
But instead the only one(s) who really let him be a father figure was me and the 
youngest brother.

My step-father loves my mom and has been there for her going on Fifteen years.
He is a firm talk like he's a policeman or something,
But he is a nice person.
My mom loves him and so do we.

So this is a message for all of the children out there who has a no good father....if 
your mom has a man or husband, please treat him right because he is there to 
protect your mom and you all. Thanks for listening!!


Details | Quatrain | |

:sigh of relief:

Words spoken in silence,

[When language does not suffice]

Like a look or a tear, although concise

Can echo a lifetime in your ear,

Much louder than those you can hear.


Details | Free verse | |

Most of the beautiful girls of Bangladesh

In Bangladesh most of the beautiful girls
Are raped by their fathers
The victims shed tears 
In the darkness of night
Most of times they cannot protest 
Their mouths are gagged 
By their horrid shamefulness and unknown fears

These fathers are lascivious like animals and insects
They cannot control wild desires
Their daughters are like flowers
Beautiful, sweet-smelling, innocent and helpless
Many of them later become loose characters 
Some of them become sex-workers
And others face unhappy married life ultimately

These girls think it would be better
If they were dead long before they were raped
Or their fathers buried them alive like the dark ages
When they were newborn 

I have heard hundreds of such cases
And it makes me wonder how bad this society is
And how can we metamorphose 
These human animals into real humans


Details | Ode | |

The Dime

There was once upon a time, 
Unexpectedly, a very small dime. 
He did not do much of anything,
Apart from gazing. 
He just stared longingly at the sky, 
Counting the clouds that drifted by. 

Dear old Dime, not very bright,
He did not shine, not a ray of light. 
Dark and rusty, 
Old and dirty.
Everyone did not care, 
Though they could use him and buy a bear. 

They did not want to touch, 
This old thing of such. 
They did not want to feel. 
That sick disgusting bill. 
He was old, rusty and dim,
But he hated the way man treated him.


Details | Lyric | |

tHE gRAVE yARD Of LoVe






                                



                                         Long love day's has past.
                                 My mind felt with howling storms,
                                 grasping to hold on to vanishing love.
                                 Rape and abandon my weary soul
                                 transpires, poring with instant fires.
                                 Oh this dark secret love does thy life
                                 destroy.
                                 Like amorous birds of pray,
                                 Once ways, and known devoured
                                 Your beauty no more to befound
                                 nor shall the sound of your voice.
                                 Love to dust, love to ashes.
                                 Our love has now gone to a private place.
                                        The grave yard of love.


Details | Blank verse | |

Elate

I will no longer bring you down,
I will aim to uplift that frown.
I will no longer turn you away,
I will aim to brighten your bad day.


Details | McWhirtle | |

Yiorgos the Philanthropist

I stand in great awe of
Yiorgos the Philanthropist
who in public shared cheerfully 
his wealth for the needy.

Oh, what a hypocrisy
It’s unbelievingly hard for him 
to give the wages of his good maid
in return, of her long service.


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FLOODS

Gushing and Rushing with no delay
Similar to a run in an olympic relay
Rising its level with rabid haste
Making human watched likened to a paste

It came from the height of the heavens
Wrathly pouring down to bald mountains
Dashing down having no mercy given
Towards these beings that thinks only of gains

This is just a matter of consequence
For beings such as us that has less prudence
Now we gain what we have sown
And it has rapidly and largely grown

Now we find the blame for the result
Instead of finding the solution of our fault
This great waters that we have caused
Must be helped and prevented until its paused


Details | Narrative | |

Tears upon fear

My head is heavy
And your know where near
Our lives are slowly crumbling
And we're not there to hear

Sand bag to wall
We're there when each other fall
Release your load
Only so much you can take
Give it to me
I'll hold your world on my shoulders

Sandbag to wall
I'll do my best not to fall
In turn
I know we'll soon switch
My shoulders are in a slouch
And life's becoming too big of a bit©h

Your silent words spoken
Things said but not heard
A hoax in communication
A bridge thats now been burnt
Each lie and blameful word
Melted in a smoldering pot
Craters into your life
Strips you left with only a soul to show

The meteoroid was left standing there
Some what in tacked
But left a tear
Like a dagger in the heart
You refuse to take out
Time over time
The meteoroid has dissapeared
but still you imagine its there
Stuck in the past 
Your stubborn as a ass
When will you move on

We cleaned up the debris
Everyday we came by
Between each heart fulled hi and goodbye
We'd fill our baby up
Trying to help him get by
But no matter how hard we tried
He was just a hole

I look back to dusk
And see my blooming flower
So many bees all around
They were bound to sting
Ignore all signs and look at you now
After they all fly high
And leave you under the great blue sky

Everyday Ill come
And lay there with a rope
Waiting to pull you back
And carry you into a world of hope
Because I'm afraid  of your other ways to cope


 


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My First Cig Puff

Holding that slender stick in between two fingers
Stance of an emperor of a classy empire
The curvy wavy smoke in air lingers
One cig in hand smartens your attire

I remember my first cig puff,
How I held its butt between my lips
An air of curiosity traveled down my core
As a friend lighted for me its tip

The lit cigarette brightened my ecstasy
And with pride I took my first puff 
Smoke dint seem finding space inside
And I burst out, it made me cough

That challenged me to attempt once again
This time I felt my smoke-filled chest
I was gagged, hooked for a moment
It was kind of a head rush… at its best!

That whiff of smoke changed everything
Nothing seemed at its best without one puff
Did it taste that good? Hell No!
Then why doesn't puff after puff seem enough?

Soon my hands, mouth, clothes smelled the same
Seasons didn't matter, time did no harm
Every time I rushed to a clandestine zone
The moment I received ‘quench the flame’ alarm!

I am not bad, don’t hate me
It’s a compelling force, I can’t shun away
This addiction should only not invite my grave
Be my honest well-wisher, for me pray!


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Bullets rain tears

Young and innocent they went to school
 Expecting to learn and play
 Never in anyones wildest of dreams
 Did we expect that day
 For a rain of tears to shell them
 From one lost deep to sin
 But heavenly hosts came down for them
 Releasing them from him
 The devil he did have his day
 But God in end dost win
 For noubt will be lost but these young lives
 Will not be gone in vain
 The laws of the land will change in ways
 For it must not happen again
 
Those who reign must stand on this
 Take stance and make a difference
 No one should be able to take a life
 With intent nor mindless innocence
 For even when with madmans mind
 You cannot be left to mingle
 How can you be able to walk in shop
 Purchase guns and not be liable
 Actions speak far louder than words
 And if we let just one slip through
 Without accounting for their sin
 It might well be me or you
 
For on anyone these bullets
 Might be named to fall upon
 So make a difference – make a change
 Add your name – petition
 The whole wide world mourns in shame
 An Amnesty is long past needed
 Write your letters – use your vote
 Act now while it is fresh
 And pray for the souls of all those lost
 That each by the Lord be blessed
 Also for those who’ve lived through this
 That they might find a way
 To find the strength and courage
 To step out further each day


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I Could Be A Whore

I could be a whore
if I had the chance
if I couldn’t write, or I couldn’t dance

I could be a whore,
if I were in your shoes
if I had more to gain, and far, far less to lose

I could be a whore
if I had mouths to feed
if they were sick and dying, had a greater need

I could be a whore
if I knew nothing more
if my life was blood let, behind a polished door

I could be a whore
but I’m glad I have a choice
to speak for those, who haven’t yet the voice


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The Complaint


The Complaint 


Sir we have a complaint against you. It seems you stink you wear your shoes 
twice longer than most people do. Tell us in your own words how often do you 
change those socks. My left sock has been on for far too long my foot is sweaty 
it's so much shorter than the other one and rubs the shoe against the foot when 
all eye do is walk in them. Eye find a sock every now and then within the week if 
this eye can and most every day is now the best and then is when eye change 
them again. Who was the complainer who was it the dike who dissed me some 
eye bet it was she cannot stand the stink of unwashed socks. She must have 
saw the way she looked at me in the mirror of my eye she seemed so 
uncomplete eye cry when people look at me them ways. They fished in the wrong 
water hole much longer they came up empty and the eye is smelling like a water 
lily. Some men leave the clothes upon the back a bit too longish they turn black or 
faded yellow with the stains of sweat and salt it would embarrass them if you 
made a complaint. 
 
           
 
 
 The Complaint 
 


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Chounds like

 Chounds like 
100hundred58 
 
 
 
CharlaXFabels 
 
Chounds like 

 Eye chased mye deer into the rough the golf was tough and leathery the ball 
wound up in the gulf near the coarse leather coat the top coated layer of infinity. 
When every internet address is placed into the category suited to it best and 
every number has been named and everyone is best at what they do not just 
where they are could it be hard to let them off to la la land to make them just to 
understand the slot the slotted place therein. The lob lolly cained there was two 
of them they rub and shudder expectantly in exctasy like twine boarding a fence 
posting to the dead letter offices in all the land. The firmimentnation of the united 
stations was attacked with hate the rabbit tripped over the log anon and said 
quite frankly my dear eye don't give a darn who who is. They drugged the maiden 
dragged her screaming from the bed the water stain will set in the rug don't ewe 
understand it was to be this afternoon not later in the day not tomorrow anyway it 
has to be soon after noon. The goon dropped a cup and he grumbled and he 
gripped it in one hand and it slide like the banana peeling from the tree shaded 
oasis banana vines green black men picking them forking bales of hey what was 
that noise a student in the background just redialing all his porn so sure that all 
those girls are doing time to make him worn. Egads the Chounds are about us 
they have been released on Edgar come Allen forward POE. They foxed the 
kittens and sometimes the medical officer gets some extra hush money to look 
the other way is danger danger warning warning the alien is coming. When you 
must explain anything a joke or silent laughter a penny for your thoughts the 
hidden manna best sometimes to leave unsaid the thing so evident for iff she 
has not gotten it a lenghty explainnation will not further it along the windsome 
parapet the jester faking it has lost the thread the limits of the outer kind 
surpassed in unbelief. Nothing is perfect in scrabble blast eye have noticed 
sometimes there is only one tile left over but it still gives ewe the option of 
scrambling the letters and it even tosses the tile up in a vain attempt to move the 
thing in semblance of the shuffeling required by law in this game. Survival 
dictates like a witch brewing portents in the ditch poor and sinful man disgraced 
walking to the human race the chounds to chase. 


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SOLITAIRE

He stands on the corner and watches the crowd
From a distance with safety in mind
He smiles at their antics and applauds when it’s time
though he knows he's not one of their kind

Then he pulls up his collar and turns sadly away
stepping back into obscurity
Hands thrust in his pockets he hunches his back
and trudges away wearily

He follows the footpath avoiding the cracks
oblivious to life passing by
until he opens the door of his one bedroom flat
and wonders is this how he’ll die

He turns on the telly and watches the news
and comments with world weary sighs
At eleven o’clock he gets ready for bed
another numb day just passed by

Then he turns out the light and the loneliness comes
his constant companion and pain
he silently weeps as he drifts off to sleep
and Tomorrow's just more of the same


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The soldier, the war, and I

The soldier, the war, and I


Today I am home and thinking to my self..
What would I be doing if I had a soldier coming home to me and my family?
What would I be doing if I was the soldier looking to going home to my family?
And then, I look back at all the years passed since this last war..

Many children have grown to become men, Others have grown to become soldiers
Where would I be if I had gone to the war and fought for my country?
Where would I be if I had gone and came back safely?
Where would I be if I had not gone at all because I was not qualified to go?
Would I be with my family or in a hospital injured?
Would I be standing proud, and laughing with my friends and family?
Or would I be dead, as I never got to come back?

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
Thinking of all of those brave soldiers, children still
Who are out there, suffering.. And some ill

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
How many woman are crying because of their gone loved ones
How many men are crying for their loved and missed ones
How many children are fatherless or motherless, or both!

And at the end I stop. I think no more..
I am grateful for the things I have, 
I am grateful for the people who surround me...
And I am sure grateful to never have gone to a war; yet, 
I sure appreciate the thoughts, courage, life, and suffering
Of all of those who have been touched by it.


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Best Friend

She said that we were drifting apart.
But I feel that we were close from the start
My heart was torn out from deep within
She said I had changed from what I had been

I didn’t know what to say
We used to talk every day.
Now that things had changed
I felt that I had gone deranged

Dear friend, the one who was the best
Why have you left me alone with the rest?


Details | Alliteration | |

pith-fully from truth

neurotic narcotics reared reason in rows, 
plucked pith-fully from truth, 
agile enough in politick to anesthetise the waste,
languishing amongst the cling-filmed choral-forms 
of symbiotic silicone…
the future lay dormant, 
adjudicating the agricultural status 
of domesticated foreign policy… 


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"WHEN POSITIVE IS NEGATIVE"

An outcast
fit only for the lepers' colony
A burden
big beyond bear
A huge bear
too ugly to hug
An unwanted stranger
to family, friends and foes
A perfect tool 
for Government's propaganda
A clean cover
for Health Ministry's graft
A sure means
for Activists' foreign AIDS and funds
A goldmine
for multinational pharmaceutical giants
An alien
in the place of her birth
Technically, they also call me
HIV/AIDS positive person
For nicety, I am also known as
"PLWHA"
Why then do you wonder
That we're wheeled into morgue slabs
Time before our fixed time.


Details | Ballad | |

No comprehension

Is it me? Or do I just not comprehend? When I do comprehend you look at me crazy, when I do not comprehend you look at me like, “you’re just proving us right.” Or is it that you don’t want to comprehend on purpose? Because when they don’t comprehend with you, you kind of feel crazy then you think let me just go along with it because it is not worth it for you to get ignorant with a person who has already achieved that goal. My definition of no comprehension is not listening to one who speaks carefully or not paying attention. To all of you who do not comprehend LISTEN TO A PERSON FOR WHOM THEY ARE ON THE INSIDE, AND NOT WHAT THEY APPEAR TO BE ON THE OUTSIDE. 


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LADY OF THE NIGHT - I

You were born in a war ravaged state
You lost your man to the caprices of fate
You fell prey to your wayward ways
Victims of betrayal, greed or circumstances
You were drowned in the tide of darkness

Depraved incidents of forced sex and perversions
Rooted in carnal desires and unsated frustrations
The fleshpots in town frowned upon as receptacles of sin
Wisdom of society’s views wearing very thin
Thwarting those in heat from living out their dream

Objects of titillation and subjected to derision
Unfortunately placed or forced in a profession
Reckoned as the world’s oldest
Harlots you are, courtesans at best
Buffers to man’s baser side without respite or rest

Mistress to royalty or a gangster’s moll
You’ve mastered the act of a defenceless doll
Apparently enjoying the bizarre and the extraordinary
But behind this masquerade is the quintessential mercenary
Pandering only to the philandering of the paying strata of humanity

You frequent raunchy night-clubs and sleazy bars
Walk the streets and lurk around dark corners
You are often just a number in the telephone directory
Or recommended for unusual skills, honed to a speciality
But you seldom blackmail, reflecting your innate nobility

Possibly you booze to drown your pain
And get your high on heroin and cocaine
You are accused of ruining marital ties
And of driving your lovers to a life of vice
Who squander fortunes, just affording your price

Hail lady of the night
Only death can release you from your sordid plight
You are the paramour without the strings of a wife
You are the reprieve from loneliness and strife
But alas, you suffer damnation in your earthly life


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This is Who I Am

I am me; and I know there are going to be people who do not like me

But I can not change the way the feel about me and I'm okay with that

Why change them, when I wouldn't want them to change me?

They are who they are, and I am who I am

This is who I am: I am Emily, a person that tries very hard not to judge people

This is who I am: I am Emily, I will be anyones friend; It does not matter what they did

It matters that you take them in your arms and hold them and tell them your here for them

Even if they walk away, it matterd that you showed them you cared


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After The War

After the war
I heard a third last sound of explosions
boooOOOOOOoo!
Later that I heard a boisterous laughter
bwahahahahahahaa!
I sensed their bullet was successful
I firstly heard a sound of a helicopter
tocotocotocotocooo!
And then saw a parachute coming towards us
I knew this was our Lt General
And was come to release the slaves
We knew how refugee camp peace programs
Would contribute to post-conflict peace building strategies
But was shocked by the calm revenge and destruction
Of all the properties, love, faith and all children we had
Better we all join hands and battle away this war within us


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Humble

I give my word a breath of life
and those who give me strife
I willingly do what needs to be done
and do not wish to be won
I smile a smile that lights up any face
and hope to never disgrace
I do what I am taught to do
and that my help would be true
I clam my words together
and hope times will never weather
I do have some faith in all matters
and things to reach with ladders
I hope for many things in heart
and I cherish everyone that is part 
I do know one thing is set
and with my life I would bet
I will hold true to my words
and make my world good towards


Details | Light Poetry | |

Kindness is a Virtue

Who are and who is my friends or acquaintances, confusing everyday
but today I have found my self to walk a path that is not so rough
I became so blinded to have friends that it pains me anyway
They take a simple kindness and think that I am not tough
so by deliberately challenging me to act like nothing happens I grow bold
Wake up you! and all the rest, I have something to say
I don't like this feeling of regret or sorrow so please do not take me cold
as a friend you should know to not take advantage of my kindness in away
A storm is blowing inside my soul burning a hole in it so
lightning is striking in methods unknown for in the distance thunder you hear
Some of the greatest warriors fall with great weapons of bow
antics that slaughters such feebleness as cowardices use an unseen spear
To let one know that your feelings are clear do not hesitate
to do so shows fear and that is one thing that can determine your choice
With kindness in your corner you should easily win and that will be great!
In the end you can hold up a drink with friends and smile and rejoice


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The Train

Please...
My and mines' next meal awaits
My sons school fees awaits 
My youngest daughters' shoes await
My nieces' dress awaits 
My mothers' medication awaits
My mud huts' repairs await
The winter blankets await
And so does the winter coal 
Rosies' next instalment awaits...
Get me to work, I have to be there by eight.



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Moment To Moment

Moment to moment… and from breath to breath…
I decide which bills to pay from this second to the next.
This one today… that one comes next…
All waiting my next payday.... never to come…
Things aren’t the same… never will be again…
I sold the last of my jewelry to pay the last bill...
A garage sale gave nothing worthy again, still…

The days travel insistently around the clock
They are quick and fleeting and leave me behind.
My options diminish more daily
Tomorrow will bring more of the same.
No one is hiring unless you already have a job.
Two Thousand arrived for one janitor to hire.

Where is my white knight to scoop me upon his horse?
Where are the promises made to a child?
Where went my home with a white picket fence?
Where is my future I hoped to retire upon?
Where went my gifts for laughter and fun?
Where went the next Christmas for my son?
They are gone and moment-to-moment is all I can see…

Is there any one out there… who isn’t like me?
In honor of every man and woman... feeling lost, forgotten, and alone.
Moment to moment I'll remember to sing our song.
We won't go unheard... while I am around...


Details | Free verse | |

Good Intentions

Smile
Open the door
Help carry a box
Greet
Hug

Good intentions

Pick up a dropped pen
Share an orange
Voluntarily give the right of way
Listen 
Smile

Good intentions

Make dinner for a friend
Help clean
Hold the elevator
Give a ride
Listen

Good intentions

Compliment
Donate
Help someone cross the street
Give up your seat
Smile

Good intentions without a simple thank you will remain as a good intention
But with these good intentions comes lovely sensation,
Just an easy smile, a helping hand, an open ear,
Are a few things that can make a world of a difference, just make sure it's sincere
For one day, somehow, the reason is unclear
These good intentions will come back and help you my dear


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Strange

You say I am weird

Dressing in black and crazy colors

My hair is colored differently

And styled crazy

You look at me

And say

"How strange is she?"

 

The people I hang out with

Very very diffrent

People with tons of piercings

And guys with long hair

You look at me

And say

"How strange is she?"

 

Always alone

Keeping to myself

not talking to many people

But I listen to what they say

You look at me

and say

"How strange is she?"

 

You look at me

and judge

calling me names

Emo/goth/cutter

You look at me

And say

"How strange is she?"

 

You think I hate life

You think I am depressed

You think I cut

You think I will commit sucide

You look at me

and say

"How strange is she?"

 

You wanna help

Try to talk to me

But you can't

Your afraid of judgement

You just look at me

And say

"How strange is she?"

 

But what if it was true

What is I was derpressed...hated life

What if I commited suicide

Would you help or

Just look at me

and say

"How strange is she?"

 


Details | I do not know? | |

Split Personality

God-given Package, I'm weak,
Strong mentally, but matters physique,
Endure insult, to haughty meek,
Urchin servility, the reluctant beak!

Fury pressurized, wrath submerged, 
Luck withdrawing, ego gulped,
Jealousy fostered, though sanity burped,
Bearing, enduring, a character developed!

A violent being develops indside, 
Emerging obscene, nothing to abide,
The silent sacrifices, virulent when unified,
The two beings characteristically colide!

The meek ogre, that's an identity,
The vulnerable resistance, that is tenacity,
Antagonistic personalities, that is duality,
Accepting presence, a reticent alacrity!


Details | Bio | |

from father to son-

insurance policies 
laboured unto birth… 
the mythic glance 
of gentile gratification; 
the populist pariah 
sheathed sternly under glass… 
exhibited ad nauseam; 
pardoned upon the 
tandem bicycle, 
midst the callous cyclic queue…
from father to son…



Details | Rhyme | |

Dark, cold World.

===== A little rhyme inspired by DaryIsue LockHart's rhymes =====

It is for the lost..  that I wanna find the way,
Out from this dark place, of pain and misery.
Back to ourselves.. how we were, when we were young,
Before evil played its hand, before the time we got stung.

I wanna be free..  but that'll have to wait!
I'm trapped by emotion, by feelings soo great.
And I'm not alone.. in this victims prison,
D.I.Y Labotomy, I'll make the first incision.

I don't want drugs, to ease my pain,
I found Nirvana.. but can't get back again!
Some say I'm insane!  This train of thought I'm on,
Goes through a portal to another dimension.

But it's a dark, cold world.. where I know no fear,
My heart it stops, my mind sharpens.. becomes clear,
When I look into your eyes.. I can see your soul,
I can reach into your heart.. but I might lose control!

Sometimes I can see.. just a little too much,
And round-about that time, I start to lose touch,
See.. I know why you hurt, but I could hurt them too!
I'd make them scream, long, sweet, songs of sorry.. just for you.

However.. I know something, that they don't know,
I've had a little glimpse, of the place, that they go,
Where they like to turn the tables.. and play little games,
Where sticks and stones hurt, but so will the names!

Till then.. keep strong!  Keep your mind awake,
You've walked through fire, I think you should take a break,
But you've seen the enemy, like me.. you wanna fight,
Thats why I walk alone, with no shadow, in the night.


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Scars

.The survivors. Yes, that's what we call ourselves. We've lived through the terrors of life. 
Gentle hands, soft spoken, safe in his arms. Obey, and listen, and the swirling melody of 
love plays throughout the scene. And yet, this masquerade is always broken to reveal the 
truth. Words sharper than daggers explode around our ears. Bruises appear on our skin. 
We've "fallen", the clumsy females we are. We fell. A sports injury, a car crash, a freak 
accident. Freak accident of hatred. Much like the lion, quiet and stalking, and then exploding 
into a flurry of the hunt. Of the hurt. Swift blows, and blood drips from noses, tears stream 
from eyes in a silver river of desperate please, bruises decorate us in tawnys and majestic 
purples. Reminders of our "wrong doings". We need to pay for our sins. The only witness are 
the walls, and the moonbeams that dance about our dizzy heads. On the ground. Steel toes 
to the back. A crack. Fire. Pain. And then, a cool silence. The rage subsides, and apologies 
appear. "I'll never do it again" and "I lost control" replay in the back of our heads. Our deja-
vu from the previous night. Always the same. Always the pain. The survivors. Thats what we 
call ourselves. And by the dark dance of the moon against the velvet sky, as stars twinkle 
like sequins, and fade into the dawn, we pick ourselves up. New excuses. New plates to buy. 
A new alarm clock. New knives, doors, but no new hearts, stabbed until the hemmoragging 
hurts like a firestorm. Alone. We are alone. We, the Survivors, have lived not an apocalypse, 
not a plane crash, but the darkest part of our lives. Therapy can lock it away, but never 
remove the dark stain of dried blood upon our souls. Lost. We come together, and escape. 
We start anew, but are never the same. Dark dreams, paranoia haunting our shadows, and 
the jumps that come with shattered glass of the clink of dishes. Never the same, but 
stronger. What doesn't kill you is sure to leave a horrible scar, but wounds heal And while 
scars remain as a reminder of the pain endured, we are, for the better, stronger. We 
survived.

.


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Balassi Stanza-A CHANGED MENTALITY

Today gals make passes,
guys happily raise glasses
with a changed mentality.
It was the man who asked
for a date...as she waited
silently and patiently.
Men sitting at the bar,
get drinks from a stranger...
the one who smiles too friendly?   
     


Details | Ode | |

Sons and Daughters Our Troops

Sons and Daughters
Over there
Sons and Daughters
Dying there
Sons and Daughters
We want them here
Sons and Daughters
They are all our 
Sons and Daughters


Details | Haiku | |

Monument

Forgotten but here
Remembered yet never there
Why do you exist?


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You asked if I was okay

You asked if I was okay I held my tongue on fine. Why lie, Muttering There’s been better days. When people say, I’m here if you need to talk. Once it was, lets take a walk. Now I’m instantly suspect. If I tell you, You mite always see the pain in my eyes. Trust me You don’t want to carry this around inside. It will push you away!> Always> Without fail, always attempt, but to no avail. Emotional ills!~ Wait I forgot to take me pills. I sip from my paper cup. Then hold it up. And say the ocean will never fit! A clue to the tears I’ve cried. Most of my life. Though I drew a map on your hand, you seem to of lost your compass. Wondering aimlessly, against a head wind. Sailing through the dark emotional clutter of rotating image boxes, a float on a metaphorical ocean In my head. Playing film of all the secrets that plague my mind. I mite show you In time…


Details | Light Poetry | |

Street Person

I was speeding down the e-way in my Chevy pick-up truck,
When I spied a person laying there and I feared that she’d been struck.

Her body was splayed spread eagle out in the middle of the road,
And people blared their horns at her as traffic around her flowed.

I pulled onto the shoulder then sprinted to lend her aid,
I scooped her up in my arms and we together prayed.

Her clothes were old and greasy and her hands were stained with dirt, 
I told her I’d get her to the hospital and asked her where it hurt?

But with her fist she struck me in the face like we were in a fight,
Then she jumped over the retaining fence and disappeared into the night.

Now I ask myself a question that is always nagging me,
Did I save a life that night or just prolong her agony?


Details | I do not know? | |

Hate

I Hate You! Yo did it again. I don't know why i keep going back to you. You have hurt me so 
much. You say you love me then you stab me in the heart. You say your sorry and then 
cheat on me. I don't know why but you think it's a joke when you say you love someone you 
need to mean it. I hate you so much! yor are a a&& of a person. You need to become a 
better person. You have hurt so many peole. Love is something you don't take lightly. I hate 
you because all of the pain you have put me through, and it will never change


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1one2two9nine

 1one2two9nine 
1one2two9nine 
 
 
CharlaXFabels 
 
 
WiseorFoolish 

 DOING WHAT THE JESUS SAID 
Eye am risking the loss of some merits to at least prove to some of you that to do 
the works of JESUS is the right and lawful thing to do the man was just like me 
he seems to be a homeless and eye asked him to share my food he said no he 
was taken care of a food card from the service. Eye wound up giving nothing but 
a courtesy yet my blessing is unending the words that JESUS speaks are meant 
to be the life we breathe and giving is so certainly the thing to do. Not bragging 
unnecessarily just letting people knoe to do the works he says to do. Offer 
someone food if they can take it it will help you if they refuse it you can eat it 
seems to me there is nothing there to lose. Now the food eye have to eat is better 
for the act of sharing even the man is not eating with me the food it's doubly 
better in proportions. Show me the house that's built on stilts that's built on sand. 
There is a temporary church that meets inside the main church building they 
usually start the service at nine thirty today they went out on a run away there was 
no church service even eye usually go just to knell down near the table and thank 
Jesus for the offering there there is Coffee and some coffee cake and other 
things as well but today eye am on mye own attempting more than one thing at a 
time it seems beyond the eye trying to stay hooked into the wonder of this life for 
it seems like GOD is just like Santa Clause to me when we have it in our heart to 
do he sees it just the same. 
Eye still carry my raincoat my umbrella even though it has not rained for many 
weeks I'm ready. The place eye like to visit has been pulled out from under me 
the preacher needs to visit his own prayer room just to see how dark his heart is 
to become without his love. He warned me not to trespass and so far eye have 
not been back but the wonder of it all is that the place still seems to stand a 
monument to decadence a monument to disgrace. They knoe that eye am 
homeless eye still walk the street without a place. The blankets in the dump 
seem so nice when eye am cold. Foolishness or wisdom tell me preacher what 
would you do when the sky was falling would you stick your turkey neck up to the 
rain and then just drown or would you find a church with a poor doorway to get 
dry. The path is narrow the climb is steep and harrow the preacher fast asleep. 
Eye cry a homeless to the end of time. 



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Nuts or Nuts

When does intelligence transgress into another form?
When does intelligence meet insanity?
When do words form insanity?
One can read and relay, read and relay
relay and reconstruct, relay and reconstruct
but underneath all these 'r's' is a line
A constant.
It has no frills, it has no additional edges
Its constant,
thick, consistent and eternal
The simplicity provides space
The simplicity allows breath to be heard
inhale
exhale
inhale
exhale
O2 reaching the core of ones bones
the bone marrow
Sitting in a pub, a pub filled with eccentric characters
The most eccentric of all being those who are classified as intelligent
Intelligent or mad?
The sophistication of language allows for the words to fall
off a cliff into an abyss of miscomprehension within a structural society
Roar red perplexions with fast growing ripples
ensures revealing of the pressure to maintain a grasp on the libraries within.
Cracks start to appear, smiles linger as they no longer understand why their smiling
Stares fixated on....nothing....as they
question what is real and what is fictional whilst in midst of a conversation.
Comical steam appears at the ears in the viewers mind
Twins tormented
touched, tainted, tortured, troubled and
..transgressed from intelligent through to lunacy.
Remove the frills, be specific, fine tune
less is more
Intelligence is through reduction.


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a day to be mindful of

have you ever had that perfect day?
the day when no matter what the world can seem to do no wrong?
when everything seems right?
savour it i tell you!
cherish every last moment of it for tommorow may not be the same,
for you see though you may have one good day,
 many bad days filled with dark emotions shall follow,
however you see,
even though your in a bad spot,
youve had good times,
many of them too,
and nothing on earth,
not evan death can remove them from you,
for moments may last a second,
but memorys last forever.


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Breakfast time and a bowl of cereals

Waking with a start,preparing to face the end
eating next to nothing,cracking the bottle of optimism.
Life looked away in revulsion as the villainies committed
and lost into the book of vanity.
With the naked eye i see the world every morning,revolutionized
but big words puff me up as thought i was you.
A jarring note,a shot of morphine and get out of the rut
a perjury of illusion,the only blemish on your face.
I was deceived into the belief of something invisible.
Swashbucklers,mock heroics,phony patriots and cells
that proliferate so rapidly.
Populous mash potatoes,the decomposition of the corpse,
i can't take much more.
Filth has no sense of delicacy,i never boasted that
and the inanity of convenience put a bullet through my head again
So i open the window of pessimism.

We live with the manners of a swine,
enough to keep body and soul together.


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LISTENING TO THE PELICAN'S PLIGHT

What brought me to this sullen shore...
is not sheer curiousity at all,
but an equivocal question too hard to be answered
even by those whose minds are so cultured! 

Pelicans swarm the February's frigid sky over the bay...
like clumsy butterflies greeting a spring's day;
it's past sunrise, and all clouds catch on fire,
fleeting to the western sky to avoid the infernal dire!

I take a brisk walk adventuring in the gelid wind's blows...
as the agitated waves  indicate an imminent storm;
unafraid , I lean over the fortress's  stones with hands so cold,
to feel the vengefulness of a sea frightening all humans!

It's Saturday mid-morning, I hear a shrill filled with emotion, 
and a shivering pelican comes close to where I stand;
he doesn't want the crumbs in my generous hand,
but understanding and much more compassion!

If he could talk and tell of his plight so unspeakable...
I'd listen and make a promise for his survival...
where  once limpid waters rolled so brightly,
painted in gold by the solar glow, now they look too murky!      

Does he feel great animosity toward us...
we, who build and destroy, kill and terrorize?
And what made him turn to me  so fearlessly;
and will we, rulers of this earth, show hiim some mercy?      


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Suffering Is The Same As Living

Hope, tonight, is just a void Love is destroyed Reality impending my doom Suffering a dream that was never made for me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Don’t worry I’ll be fine I can just wait, wait as in all eternity You deserve to be happy and free I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Suffering is the same as living Tonight I might, Today I may Set you free away from me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me You travel all across in my veins Showing you share my pain But my life was never meant for me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me I'm sorry for those days I've ruined your life Best you just ignore, forevermore I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Suffering is the same as living Tonight I might, Today I may Set you free away from me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Suffering is the same as living Tonight I might, Today I may Set you free away from me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me
**Morten Veland, Guitarist, Male Vocalist and Main Songwriter of Sirenia, formerly of Tristania**


Details | Ballad | |

Woods, great place to hide from bullies

Beneath the soil lay our roots
Multi-legged insects walking on moss
Working hard to get the fruits
Like lost souls running to the cross
Or hungry new army recruits
With no care of profit or loss

We are the bugs
Commission on narcotic drugs
Watch as we steal the rain
Plants are ruining our brain

We feast together in the swamp
The spiders just want to push us around
They see us and want to stomp
We hide under the ground
I’m here, no fear of the chomp
It’s our other way around

We are the bugs
Commission on narcotic drugs
Watch as we steal the rain
Plants are ruining our brain

One day I hope it will change
The flower tell us one day
Not to far gone to rearrange
Apex of the sun’s way
Move to the balkan mountain range
Rather than be part of the buffet

We are the bugs
Commission on narcotic drugs
Watch as we steal the rain
Plants are ruining our brain


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Woman, I Love You!


Woman, I love you for giving me life.


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LOVE ON DEATH LINE

I have not eaten today,
But my heart is filled
Not hungry of affection.
I had a fill of you last night
A fill of you for a life time

All around us are walking corpses
Corpses of political disregard
Humans of no nations
Even when they are bona-fide citizens
Your blood and mine flows in them

The government abhors the poor
Feeds them with empty promises
Shoves them through the door
They pay the bills
For social amenities they can’t find
Pay taxes for their castles 
Government built in the air
But we know their ancestors
Filthy dogs eating from the king’s crumbs
No; Lets not unknot the knot
Soon a messiah might heed us

In heaven’s book of life,
I heard the poor names are there
In here’s book of life
It is deleted.
Thus, in your head,
Lays your kingdom and glory 
Get rich or die trying
Or; be their poor and keep sulking.

Well, like them I saw… 
I have not eaten
Flesh gone weak to skeleton
Nevertheless, 
The solitude of love within
Keeps me living; I am breathing
But I am moving,
Towards your direction
I see your beam

I feel new
When I see you
From my heart 
Seeps through the rays of the sun
Its fun; this love on death line
We survived the genocide
We survived the war
We survived love
We survived us
I love you too.

This poem is dedicated to the abused tribes of Rwanda and Nigeria during their respective civil wars resulting in near human annihilation. Though time has passed, we still feel your pains chilling our bones. The survivors.


Details | Free verse | |

AN IDLE NEIGHBORHOOD

Dilapidated houses line these streets.
Lawn furniture that holds memories, best kept discreet.
Neighborhood air redden of cooking.
Seniors who've weathered the years of onlooking.
A tumultuous life for those who have lived here.
With nothing but boredom and occasional fear.
Hollow eyed children,blank with thought.
Raised with the beliefs, of what there parents sought.
A neighborhood best adored from afar.
For living here,would just add to the scar.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Hurt That I Often Feel

Yesterday, I thought I seen the back of your head,
I felt my mind shook as I started to dread,
That you were there,
But then I realized,
It wasn't you.
As I left the airport,
I got into a truck, that was just like yours,
Then all my emotional sores started hurting again.

And later on, after seeing,
That the friend I wanted to have all to myself in high school,
Already had someone to be best friends with,
I held back my tears,
And fear that maybe I'll never recover
From these emotional issues that seem to go on forever.

And I feel like I can't keep myself together...
Especially when I see two siblings who love one another,
Wishing my siblings were close to my age,
Then I wouldn't have ever felt like I was in a lonely cage,
Envying those who get to have a younger sibling jump into their arms,
Whenever I see them at school...

She always felt like a little sister for me,
I want to protect her,
But nowadays, I don't like the way she is some times,
And I feel confused, and lonelier when I see that she
Likes her other friends more than me.
Yet again, more envy, 
And I feel guilty realizing it's wrong for me to be jealous
In friendship...

I'll make sure our friendship never ends,
But I know that my loneliness will never disappear,
And I will never be able to reappear,
In school with her again, it hurts,
Especially when I don't have someone to share the suffering
Of high school work and gym.
I still feel hurt and sad, everything in elementary,
That made me glad will be pushed away,

And I'll probably feel alone everyday...
Just like the old days, when I cried at night...
And my alarm clock was my nightlight...
Now I need Him, to keep me safe,
And be my light,
Because the hurt that I often feel
Is an inner fight for life!


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Empty

If you had it your way I’d have a ventriloquist mind.
Everything would be perfect and I’d be so on time.
You have tricks up your sleeves, but I would be blind.
The memories have disappeared and you’d be so kind.
We would travel the world in blissful sin.
You’d shower me with empty compliments that shine
Like diamonds and jade. 
And I’d think that thinking would ruin our home.
So I’d move with the light and the sound, hand in hand while
You’d be the man. 
Huffing and puffing about all of your fame, and me,
Your girl, I’d never recognize your game. 
And you’d win.
My soul would end and we’d form into one,
Blind to misery and in fear of the gun.
Breathing would stop and I’d look around in search
Of a past nowhere to be found.
trapped in a life I never chose,
Unfamiliar faces and you staged in a pose.
Your ego larger than the box in which I’m enclosed.


Details | Senryu | |

Can You Help Me I'm Lost

lost and weary soles
looking for their better half
at Auschwitz bone yard


Details | Haiku | |

The dirty street lambs

Some dirty street lambs
Hungry and looking for food
Found papers to eat!


Details | Free verse | |

Invisible Chains


When you think your alone I’m actually there. . taking away your freedom and your not even aware.

Its better this way with you not knowing, as if our true face was to show, well that would be the end of the plan as we know.

So do us a favour and keep working your 9-5 watching our T.V thinking you’re alive.

The truth of it all is we run this show and even if we told you no better people would know! 

As most aren’t wise they do as there told, makes them feel secure. . Its psychology of old, an as we both know sheep do not lead  . . but follow!


Details | Couplet | |

Here Take My Seat

<                                          Racial      Segregation
                                             One         Nation

                                              Why   Oh   Why
                                              Did   King  Try
                                              

                                              Right   Or   Wrong
                                              Everyone   Belongs

                                        
                                              Black     Or   White
                                              Put        Up   Fight

                                   
                                               Americian    Made
                                               Blood          Gave

                                              


                                                Share        Wealth
                                                Spare        Health


                                                 Rosa         Parks

                                                 She   Did   Bark




Entry For
Adeleke Adeite's
African Attitude

                                               

                                                   

                                                  

                               


Details | Prose Poetry | |

11009

11009
CharlaXFabels
HOW ROOD
PARTTWO
The decadence of Society, RUDE, has finally sickened me; the only thing to do is 
pray to GOD to quicken me when he bumped me and all eye did was make the 
references to his ancestory his intentions were just nominal he wanted to survive 
and they think that they are GOD the man was nice until eye started to converse 
with him it rally hurts there feelings when eye have a less terse verse the Mexican 
bumped my bag and actually hit it with his arm in an effort to move it out of his 
way HOW ROOD is that he was in my way and no where for me to go the traffic 
was thick and the curb was near my foot 
 then the boy looked super surprised wiping the glaze out of his eyes Oh, he had 
surmised it He said this to the Driver “I am not even listening to you I am talking 
to someone on my Rude Cell Phone
and he pointed to the window with his cup so carefully held up to keep from 
spilling and he gestured at the man to sit somewhere else just go away eye am 
so rude eye am the rudest man alive today the man was trying to dominate 
someone that will not be ruled over by another man and so he lost his battle plan 
his rude was wasted then eye almost let it go but had the last word out the door 
One thing was certain they never even noticed me 
never saw me as a person they just played out their ruminations
just giving me the benifit of their public conversation the girls talked non plussed 
non pulsed and non stopped they never cared for anyone but them they kept the 
confab going even into coffee time THAT stuff that you are wanting me to have 
just keep it with you and take it with you please just SHUT your mouth like that 
and then she left another string of profanity pointed back in my direction and the 
damage had been done now here's this poem. 


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11009

11009
CharlaXFabels
HOW ROOD
They took a cart with four wheels scootered by me just to almost hit my foot they 
tried to run between the bus stop and the bench where eye was standing waiting 
for the bus just missing one that left me almost got the dust she flipped at me 
with her middle finger she had to knoe that eye was there she meant to make me 
feel bad so what she said he was not there at the stop yet  this old man found 
and scrounge is better than a gang and take this poem is for FOUND things 
sarcasm is lost inside a deep dark hole I don’t want to take it with me overheard 
and listened to the conversation all anew again in my imprinted memory as I 
pen,  this; ODE to rudeness,  eye have been told there is NO LAW against cell 
phones or decent public conversations Its hard to see he is my poor brother eye 
keep my own needs simple and eye travel light, 
And keep all of Egypt on my back, but some people need the even more security 
a four wheeled   
Shopping –cart can afford them the demonic teachings of the classroom just 
made me realize that eye would leave my education in the great wastebasket of 
the sky eye would learn some other thing eye would leave the classroom without 
thinking never embracing death and the mark of the rejection of the lord the 
millennium mark the 666 mark of the beast called SATAN.
Rood        rud - Show Spelled Pronunciation [rood] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA 
Pronunciation, 
–noun 
1.	a crucifix, esp. a large one at the entrance to the choir or chancel of a 
medieval church, often supported on a rood beam or rood screen. 
2.	a cross as used in crucifixion. 
3.	a unit of length varying locally from 51/2 to 8 yards (5 to 7 m). 
4.	a unit of land measure equal to 40 square rods or 1/4 acre (0.10117 
hectare). 
5.	a unit of 1 square rod (25.29 sq. m). 
6.	Archaic. the cross on which Christ died. 
________________________________________
[Origin: bef. 900; ME; OE rōd pole, crucifix; c. G Rute rod, twig ] 
Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1)
Based on the Random House Unabridged Dictionary, © Random House, Inc. 
2006.


Details | Rhyme | |

Questions

Do we protect, or become the protected?
Care to extremes so we are there when expected?

Should we feel useless while trying to cling to feelings of hope?
Are we spinning our wheels hanging our heads as we mope?

Do we ignore and just turn a blind eye,
or do we realize the existence of the horrible sty?

Those with a heart know what these words are about
They are the ones who break free and are willing to shout

To suffer in silence.  Will that lead to change?
To quietly weep will not help turn life's page

Do you bury your head in an addiction?
Even religion is one, though you'll profess contradiction

Do we see with clarity what we should do? 
Should we leave our brother alone when around him are few?

The answers are as diverse as each human being.
How will you answer these questions?  Do you believe what's real is worth seeing?











 













Details | Free verse | |

I'LL SMILE 4 U

Stroll through the Illest Empire
So much heat feeling like we’re living in the fire
But we’re living under fire
Tell me how many shots must it take before my loved ones are crying at my own wake
Its time for a break from sad eyes I’ve seen grown men cry
It hurts to tell a loved one good-bye
It’s the same reason why they died
Hearts just too full of pride
Mothers praying their young’n wont be a victim of a homicide
Too many drive-bys blood shed for a block you really can’t call mine
Wishing we could turn back time
High off of nickels’ and dimes
Making moves to boost your grind looking for hope
But the hustle got us in a head choke
Don’t blame me for acting crazy cause this how the streets made me and you
To watch our back and throw bows and cuss
Cause you got to be tough when times are rough
I know your asking when will enough be enough
And truth is I don’t know but this is how it goes down
But if I make it out will you smile for me now

So many families struggling with poverty
I don’t judge cause that use to be me
Watching mom come home late
Barley any food on our plate
So young and life we already hate
Praying God bring us something great
My clothes were cheap imitates and kids called you on them for being fake
Knowing mom bust her ass to provide
But all your knock offs you begin to hide
Ashamed of what you own
I know how you feel I been there too
I see mothers walking there kids to school
And the walk is far when you cant afford a car
Mom hoping one day you’ll be a star
I know about being next to poor
Your local neighborhood liquor market is your grocery store
Wishing you didn’t have to go through that living off of food stamps
Cube the neighborhood is a trap but we’ll all be free
So smile for you and me

Even 2pac said smile for me
This isn’t how its always going to be unless you let it be
In our different way we’re all a G
Cause we’re trying to make it straight legit
Whatever your hustle never quit but don’t lose yourself in it
Cause you still got a long ways to go
Still got a long time to grow
Use what you know to get by or you wont survive
Remember to always keep your dreams alive
Whatever it is just do it and never try
The limit is the sky so keep your heads held high
And when you come to a hard road just always know nothing can keep you down
You’ll be able to come back around
So give yourself a chance
And I’ll smile for you now

JUNE ‘06
B.K.M.jr


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A HARSH REALITY

Too many children have had to grow without ever having a parent to know.
Ran through the foster parent system,with no one ever asking them.
And what occurs when they get some bad ones,beatings,isolation,sexual assaults done.
Then growing up and living with what occured,their conscience telling them this is absurd.
So they go through life being afraid and believing that those who hurt them must be obeyed.
It truly is a sick circle they must live in,and how this affects others is truly a sin.
So we must try to get them through this and most times it will be hit and miss.
But someone must be there for them,to ask those crucial questions where and when.
For if they never release that pain inside,they will always surely run and hide.
So "PLEASE" dear LORD! Set there evil free,and when they've released their pain could we 
then work on me.


Details | I do not know? | |

Trip to The Immortal

All too strangled
Tingling like the cathedral bell
Woven together like a twine thread
 long like end will never come
All rough and dusty
The trip to the immortal

Thirst is an understatement
Fire emanating from within
Water prickling down in an array
A continuous array
Slowly and steady
The trip to the immortal

Flesh all worn out
Perfume you can not find
Heart too heavy to walk
Leading to the thought of height and above
The trip to the immortal

Hearts swings in the wave of melody
Melody a path to accomplishment
Gazing at the Olympic ark
Athens is mine, Sparta I own
The trip to the immortal
See you at the other end of the bridge


Details | I do not know? | |

World we live in

Down the street there was a man killed today,
In this house a little boy ran away,
A funny world we live in?

In this alley a gang raped a young teen,
Down this walk way,people never heard the scream,
A funny world we live in?

Under this cardboard a Vietnam vet sleeps,
Down this road a crazed killer creeps,
A funny world we live in?

In this bed a child is born this day,
Do you want him to grow in a world this way?
Not a funny world we live in?


Details | Rhyme | |

I Didn't Think So

Who said that you could decide my life for me?
Did i grant permission for you to choose?
Who said that you could make my decisions?
Did i let you decide what i lose? 

You came along and just thought,
That i was easy, too raw,
But I'm telling you now,
I'm like nothing you've ever seen before...

Who said that you could say those things for me?
Did i give you any right?
Who said that you could do that to me,
And i wouldn't put up a fight?

I'm telling you just one more time,
Just making sure you know,
Did i ever say you could bully me?
I didn't think so...


Details | Free verse | |

The methadone girl

She could hardly drag himself along,hovered between life and death,
so frozen that her hands are insensible to any feeling
and atrophied heart works only for the casual trade.
Plucked at hair with rage as these morning habits die hard,
spiting blood,residues of the night before.
You toiled in vain because you think you've met her several times
and your soul finally realized your ambitions.
But she is the methadone girl.
The cheap shoes worn out,trampled underfoot by the crowd,
wasted by the long illness,languished from indifference.
Dice with her life everyday,the perspective of sadness,
gain nothing or something in her mind,
watching you to keep your reputation free from all slurs
The drainage happened at the age of eighteen
only dent in her pride was forever.
Fool her with promises,exchange arms and legs with money,
skin burns easily so be an animal,defy the pressure-gauge.
Rolling on souls again.
Overawe us into the silence.
The silence of methadone.


Details | Rhyme | |

Never Be Afraid to Speak up

Big brown eyes and long brown hair
Shes so beautiful it isn't fair.
With every step she seems to glow
she's so pretty but she doesn't know...

High school jock with long strong legs
hes wasting his years drinking down kegs.
The beautiful girl stands near by
but she can't approach him she's far to shy...

Watching this girl for many years
scrawny boy with large round ears.
Big huge glasses that cover his eyes
want's to talk to the girl but hes far to wise...

Scrawny boy with the large round ears decides
hes going to overcome one of his fears
he walks up to the girl and asks her her name
just as the jock scores a goal that wins the game...

He tries again but she sends him away
she says she doesn't want to see him any day.
He walks away with his heart broken
shut down just after the moment he had spoken....

Beautiful boy with the golden skin
every girl want's to be with him.
After watching the jock break the beautiful girl's heart
all he could do was watch her fall apart....

Beautiful girl looks his way 
This was what he'd wished for every day
but now many years later, looking back
he remembers himself the scrawny boy
and how she made his heart crack....

This is a message to give everyone a chance
don't judge people with a once over glance.
Treat everyone right because its the best thing to do
You'll live your life happy the whole way through.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

THE TRIALS AND TRAVAILS OF BEING POSITIVE

The Doctor delivered the news
like a Court Judge
in a final death sentence verdict
"You are HIV positive!"
A the clinic corridor
the Nurses had gathered
Like Eagles converging on carcasses
they fed fat on my 'pitiable' frame
muterring and whispering in low voices
"that's the lady"
"the new member of the club"
At home, in the living room
the family gathered in dead silence
mother wept, as if mourning my death
"all my efforts down  the drain", she wailed and wailed
father gazed at me
like a psychiatric home returnee
"what a terrible end!", he lamented
At work, in the open office
my table enjoyed expanse of space
"Hi!", they would wave at me from afar
To call my name was like catching the virus
they would rather die than shake my hands
In our street
people peep behind the windows blinds
"don't you ever go near!"
parents warned their children and wards
many fingers pointed at me wherever i turn
"see the results of promiscuity"
they'd say to themselves
in the local shop
i need not to queue
"just come over here awhile, my dear"
the shopowner would cajole
giving me special treatment, i never got before
everywhere i turn and go
i have a name tag
and see huge price tag
of being an unfortunate victim of HIV/AIDS


Details | Blank verse | |

OUR HOUSE MAID'S DAUGHTER

I looked one more time at the scar
on her pretty forehead.
Our house-maid’s sweet little daughter.
She is just four years old.

Endured many scares and black scars
along with mother, so bold
facing tantrums of sot-father.
She is just four years old.

Today came she with news to share.
With puerile fervor told
“Becomes bride my father’s sister!”
She is just four years old.

“He is as strong as a wild boar
good groom; not a drunkard.”
Shocked; saw those deeper inner scars.
She is just four years old.



Details | Elegy | |

Sketch

 To make a new experience,
once I thought to walk down my home,
from Esplanade to Tollygaunge….. 
 
I crossed the Chowrungee
& walked down the foot of the Grand,
I saw an oldman to his daily daydreams',
eyes to the heaven - and hands to the earth,
leaning there to the marble pillar beside the Bata-showroom.
I crossed him and hundreds passed by,
thousands looked at him
and rest, running to the new market's new brand.
 
Little further I went…
infront of the Indian Museum,
there I saw a woman, with her child in the warmth of her arms,
sitting there crying for her life and praying for her child,
but, none looked down to the present,
rather, eager to know the legends,
and hundreds came out by the history;
rest were still in the museum,
in the future through the time machine.
 
I went on, walking down by the foot,
crossed the road and  further a two minutes of walk,
as I headed to the Victoria Memorial Hall-
the beautiful marble palace and its calm surrounding,
there the couples making their day, and ,
one making a sketch of that beautiful marble architecture,
but, none could make a sketch of that little baby's heart…
who's clothings were only his naked body,
crying for little shelter and thirst for mother's breast milk. 
He was born to make a new life,
and he's lying there for someone could sketch his lost life.
 
I realized then ,
what I thought of an experience to walk down to my home,
from Esplanade to Tollygaunge,
is an experience to make a sketch….
of the real life,
 in Kolkata.


Details | Couplet | |

Just a Little Something-Something

In a world with so much life and culture,
All you need is just a little something-something

It's better than a whole lot of something,
Because then it might be too much

Like love,
All you need is a sample

To realize
It isn't the only thing to make someone happy

And if they think it is,
All they need is just a little something-something

Tell them they're better off without
Another terrible heartache

That there is nothing more better than being 
Free from the name, "So-and-so's girl"

All they need,
Is just a little something-something


Details | Tyburn | |

Sincerity

Acting
Feeling
Wording
Singing
Not fake acting feeling from my part
But, true wording singing of my heart 




Details | ABC | |

Ode To Everything We Take For Granted

We all know what living is
We all had our lives given to us.
On a silver platter, a road for life mapped out for us,
but we aren't always serious
about the people near and dear to us,
because we're usually delirious about the life we take for granted.

When we have roofs over our heads
and sheets on our bed 
then how come on the streets people
are frozen with defeat and have to compete for some food.

How can we watch people's lives fall when they stand against a wall with a sign?
No use at all, praying to god as their pride crumbles.

We watch them stumble with their heads down low and nowhere to go and I think,
Where is the kindness planted?
Why do we take our lives for granted?

How could we stoop so low while we live in houses they have nowhere to go
- couldn't we lend them something...
Oh no, one person could make a difference if they spoke out loud
show their faces to the crowd.
A difference could be made
all of us could be of aid.

So dear reader I hope you see
the message that coming from me
and as I've gone on and almost ranted
Why do we take our lives for granted?!


Details | Lyric | |

Eyes to the Past

I look back at the beauty of those days
Where a smile was easily spread
And memories of those I love
Strike my head....
Always...


Details | Quatrain | |

Party Pills

My heart begins to fail, 
My feet race along the ground, 
My body is drenched in a chilled sweat, 
I scream but don't make a sound, 

I feel my body tremble, 
As I frantically try to run, 
I can hear him coming closer, 
I hope he doesn't have a gun, 

There's a warmth on my shoulder now, 
I can feel his quickened breath, 
His rough hand connects with my arm, 
I can feel the shadows of death, 

All of the light has disappeared, 
More darkness has taken its place, 
My body's limp, worn out and weak, 
Death has finally won this race, 

But my soul lives on in heaven, 
To bring justice to those who kill, 
Vulnerable teenagers like me, 
By selling them party pills, 

I got given those party pills, 
To try with a special friend, 
Being a fool, I took a few, 
But death caught me in the end.

Copyright Kayla Yovich 2007


Details | Epic | |

Living Her Life

She sees the pains,
Which her native folk have gained.
She changed from a little girl
To someone who has always had the potential
To change her own little personal inner world.
As a child she never went through
What some other children of her people
Had went through themselves.

She used to never knew how the roots
Of all her people’s issues
Were and are so controversial.
Blessed was she, as a very young child,
For not knowing fully all the reasons why.

Blessed that she is and will always be
Full of feeling, and always quietly wondering “Why?”, 
Now she is filled with new knowledge and a developing sense of wisdom 
Within her own individual mind.
She is now what she had always
Envisioned and imagined before, since her elementary days.
She is (“I am...”) not entirely that same little girl anymore.
She is now one of the many of that particular kind.

Within her imagination is a longed 
Wanting of finally revealing 
The truths she has discovered and
How her people must change for the better.
Throughout her whole life, which she’s lived through so far,
She maintains a heart filled with feelings, 
A mind filled with knowledge
And a slight emotional immaturity as representation
That her inner child self is still alive on the inside.

Her inner and past child self (who was different from all the rest,
But was also similar to them when at their best).
Never truly knew how far she’d come in life.
(As of right now and forever into the future)
How she has grown and maintained herself
Is how she had made that (her) inner voice in her head and 
Had also long ago already acknowledged her true self.

She still stands in her own believing faith and faith in herself
And her lack of prejudice is what makes her naive thinking
Make her own days in her life far brighter than what others say
As they discourage her from doing 
Or trying to pursue something grand and part of a divine plan.
Even after times and tribulations involving doubting tremble.

Blessed she is for being so whole in her own presumed thoughts,
Blessed she is for logical thinking based on emotion and feelings.
Blessed she will always be, for Christ himself said to a woman
(who was suffering from something for more than 12 years), 
“Your faith is what made you whole.”
Now she thinks...
“Grateful and blessed I am, to the point of tears of joy and sorrow of how I used to doubt.
I now forever know what my life will be like beyond tomorrow.”


Details | Rhyme | |

Suffering In Silence



Open hearts lead to magic Guarded souls can be so tragic Allow your dreams to be enjoyed? Or jump through hoops just to avoid Hitting the target, souls connected With the possibility of being infected Faith displayed as a selfless thirst Wounded souls or infernally cursed? Destined to be much more than slated By the love of a man so spiritually fated Bringing light to those cloaked in fear Who one day wish to wake without tears The tortured soul of an innocent child Whisked away to a place beguiled The woman who only lives to endure Her dreams to distant, too obscure Ignored by a public too callous to care But not by the dreamer who feels their despair He brings with him hope and faith from above Honor and vision but mostly his Love His mission, empower the wounded with Chi Open the eyes of the public to see That the only illusions are of those who refuse To take blame for the children they crudely abuse Along with the media’s evil crusade To silence the screams of our daughters betrayed The backlash of bigot's who try to conceal Will never relinquish their courage to heal The wife who stands to her husband’s disgrace Is a guide for her children to clearly embrace The strength that's needed to punish the weak And take care of those too defenseless to speak


Details | Free verse | |

Taken

Tower 2 is hit
One badly misplaced airline jet
…In Texas
A homemaker calls her husband
Her painful voice holds disbelief
Honey…
Have you seen the misery?

Tower 1 was next
Chaos as always
Backwards
This one well placed stolen airline jet
…In Texas 
An old man nears the creek
Working with his headphones on
He stops his tractor, dead
Listening…
A stream of tears
No more for now
….He prays
The harvests suffer much this day

Washington…
The Pentagon was next
Nearly one hundred lives
Taken
Passengers
In this the innocent
My sister she’s from Texas
One corridor away
So much
Ones walls can separate

Both towers now crumble
Lives are crumbling
Elsewhere…
Deception has a dance
Frantic dancing

Dance the Frantic Dance
(Sung to London Bridges)
Sometimes moments finds forever
Sometimes forever’s are compressed
Concrete and flesh impressed
Helpers and the helpless
Sometimes souls are entrapped
Beneath greats weight
Blood-guilts of the right-just hands of hate
Amazing how much so little faith left
That destruction creates
Stirred up humans race
…In Texas
We take in the chase.


Details | Monorhyme | |

Rufus Dufas

once came a man of civil tongue
spoke of another poet for what he has not done
tattered his name across the morning daily sun
depicted depraved drunk even a drug-addled madman he was none
since 1842 grudges just for some weird kind of fun
Rufus Wilmot Griswold  Mr editor got his gun
posted Edgar Allen Poe Was Dead died in Baltimore the day before yesterday I just shunned
If this is what memoir of the author is I may be as well as be done
But believing in and still reading Poe's work I have forever keepsakes of suspense and fun


Tribute To Poe



Memoir Of The Author
Rufus Wilmot Griswold
Editor

Also Entry For Brian Strand's
Adaption Contest


Details | I do not know? | |

Remembering Him

I can’t pay attention,
They have deprived me of my perception.
My nose hurts, my eyes are sore and my frown is painful.
In a room of people who never knew him.
So sadly only I’ve seen him in eighth grade.
I was the M.C. at his graduation.
He ran up to the mic. He thanked for the award.
“Thank you”, he said.
Everyday in my mixed grade class,
He would sometimes make everyone laugh.
I wasn’t close to him, but knew enough
From seeing him and his crew everyday.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Thoughtless Explosions of Verbiage

In times of joy and in times of pain 
words are the only elusive attempt at portrayal 
Daunting Contraptions Contracted in a few fleshy pounds 
hidden in a bloody swirling cesspool hiding in our skulls 
Thoughtless explosions of verbiage fill the pages of 
time & space in this place, feeble attempts at nothing 
merely interjections of uselessness. We canter down 
these halls of life opening doors & closing others, 
doors hard to shut are better left open. To breath the 
breath of life through these pounding heads of humanity. 
Beating its burden of confusion & false hope straight to 
the source ... producing order? What a concept in this place 
as to say a controlled explosion our existence is 
the oxymoron that is all. We live the days like 
the pun of some joke that's been forgotten. 
We soothe our souls with others expressions, broadcasting 
feeling to the masses. Ideas thought for someone else 
helpless sheep in this hillside pasture we're spinning on. 
Songs of hope & joy inspire & drive others to the end. Confident 
that more words will help in the future. Addicted to 
others feelings & ideas to produce our own. Mindless bites 
gurgle out real life for ratings while we all watch 
ourselves and turn back to the box. The box should 
falsify our existence but then the black emptiness that 
has become our hard existence. Tired lonely 
followers dancing till the end .... 
Ah the end 


Details | Blank verse | |

A QUEST

                       In search of an opportunity
			For a breakthrough in life,
			I roamed about,
			Knocking  every door
			But no one opened.
			Day and night I gazed at stars
			And looked around with hope.
			I toiled & toiled, nothing came out
			And patience waited
			Till it also became impatient.
			Nothing more could I do,
			Nothing could I grasp
			A shiver  passes through my body.
				In the hide and seek of life
				There is a race to reach the top.
				But chances never came to help
				Though it looms everywhere,
				Testing the character of man 
				Who could hold his self, neat and fair.
			        Waiting for things to happen
			Is a wishful thought no doubt
			But when you set to do it
			The  chance is all about.
			And if by chance you falter
			It holds you  and you sight the top of the race
			You  win and win you all the fight.
			Chance is a helper always
			If you  start a right.


Details | Free verse | |

Hope

Holy books says it all
You taught me how to crawl
This will never change
Never ends never fades
Dear God where you are?
Shattered piece of childish dreams
This will never change
Never ends never fades.

I can fight for all my life,
Not broken, not broken inside
Never be so frustrated,
Not going to commit suicide.

Fuc*ing faith will fall,
Mortals will stand tall
Hell and heaven are all the same
Live your life, don't die in vain

Only you and I can make 
A better world for tomorrow
Have faith in yourself
And wipe off the tears of sorrow

Make me scream, Make me cry
I'll never fail to try.
This night's has an end
No pain will remain


Details | I do not know? | |

Honestly can you answer this

if you feel alone in this world your not alone. i wish that everyone had a fair opportunity to 
have all the joy in life. love, peace, hope, tranquility everyone needs it! it is hard for some 
people to show someone that they matter! popularity does it even matter when the price you 
pay is losing yourself to all of the important things. everyone is unique and everyone is 
special. wake up no one person is better then another i dont care who you are. people who 
think that they are better then other people whats the deal. are you serious? why do you 
think you are better. more people like you? are you sure they like you for you or for who 
you pretend to be? see there are people that are more deserving to be liked because they 
accually show their true selfs. is it hard to care about people even though you think you are 
better then them? can you honestly give me reasons why you are better then them. Honestly 
if you can give me 10 decent reasons that metter. not things like cuter, hotter, better 
clothes, more money, better at sports, if you can give me at least 10 reasons that arent bull 
then i will shut up. if not then at least have the decentcy to give someone a chance thed 
deserves it. i hate that and i wish people would not lose themselfs to popularity okay. its not 
worth it if you lose yourself in the process.


Details | Free verse | |

Snow White

Take a bite
Of this shinny red apple called life
And tell me what you taste 

Is it the sick syrup of genocide 
Gone unnoticed 
Or the tangy taste of a thousand births to cover it up
Weighing life is a challenge 
Yours is worth as much as your country 
It seems 

Generations they scream with severed tongues 
We are the same 
Yet holy different 

So who is to blame 
For this indecent exhibition of 
Human 
Behavior 

This apple is rotten and I choke 


Details | I do not know? | |

hhatersx

watchha sayy too ahh hhata
iisx thhat hhata see yyahh lata
see hhatasx thhiink thheyy all dhhat
but thhey aiint nunthhiin but ahh rat
thheyy thhiink thheyy are kool
byy usxiinqq yyou asx ahh tool
hhatersx yyou can fall bac
juxx lyyk ahh piiece of tack
cuz iim not afraiid of yyou
nd yyou need to know dhhiisx boo
ii dnt know kunqq foo
but ii thhiink ii can beat yyou
dhheyy miite sxayy dhhat iimma lame
but at leasxt ii can be tame
nevahh dahh leasxt
yyou are not a real beasxt


Details | ABC | |

BUSH KEPT AMERICA SAFE ( An ode to former President George W. Bush )

They can remember him as the warmonger,
the heartless one, instead of the southern gentleman; 
and haven't they yet realized that he was a man of God,
with values far greater than most of us?
God hates war Himself, but when evil 
men do horrendous deeds, He approves of it!
Was David wicked to take Goliath down?
Was Moses wrong for breaking the Holy Tablets,
when his people turned to idolatry and forsook their God?
Was Jashua thirsty for the enemy's blood,
or he obeyed Him to lead the Israelites out of Egypt? 
Bush kept America safe, and I'm thankful for that! 
We cannot judge anyone by our human way, which is so futile: 
the-so-assumed-perfect-one make mistakes like the imperfect one;
perfection was taken away from us when our ancestors sinned!
Look at yourself and be less judgmental; 
we have faults, too and we try to hide them by manifesting denial!
Try some compassion, understanding and sympathy,
and these same virtues will be considered by others:
when you are swerving off your path and you need guidance!
When someone is about to fall, foresee that weakness...
before he plunges into the abyss of nothingness!
But we must show pity to anyone admitting the guilt,
if forgiveness is granted to the unworthy one...why shouldn't he justify
his actions when his Country was attacked cowardly?
Bush kept America safe, and I will testify to that!


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Light Poetry | |

Do The Wah Wah

Wah Wah
       Ha   Ha

Jimmy
      Was  He

Overdrives
       Amplifies


High Gain
     Ear  Pain

Thumb Fret
    You  Bet

B . B. King
   Idol's Zing

Hall Of Fame
  Bears His Name

  Jimmy Hendrix
      But Buster Sticks


Details | Free verse | |

Do you understand

Why does everyone leave me
And never sticks around
Never helps me out
Always puts me down

Do you understand

I tell them one thing
And they're out the door
Gone for sure
Never to return

Do you understand

I wouldn't dot that
I can't do that
I got hurt hurt from that
Do you understand

Do you understand

Please come back
I just don't want you like that
I'm too young for that
You could hurt me

Do you understand

I can't do that
I might have a baby
I can't do that
I won't do that

Please understand....


Details | Narrative | |

Beauty and the Unpublished Author


Far away in a little town tucked in the corner of a map
Lives the girl who ruined his heart
And broke his life

While with him she would smile and laugh so sweet
Tender as only she could be
In his heart she lit even the corners so deep

With time she became his definition of life
In all he did he had her in mind
Life wasn’t life without him seeing her smile

As moments grew into weeks
The flower of his heart started to reveal its wilt
In her eyes no longer was the sparkle he was used to seeing

Winds carried awful odour of their disorder
Tales went round of her illicit exploits behind the counter
The man with the shop at the corner savoured all the honey she offered

At first he dismissed the whispers with laughter
But soon he discovered he was the only one on the other side of reality’s border
Yes indeed, another prince had taken over

Trouble was how sincerely he loved her
Problem was that even she had only love to offer
Issue was he hadn’t yet sold a dime of the books he authored


Details | Rhyme | |

When I Needed Someone You Weren't There

When I Needed Someone… You Weren’t There! When I needed someone the most. You wouldn’t listen. You said; “There’s too many things in life I don’t want to be missin.’” When I knocked on your door. And asked you to pray… You said; “don’t bother me!” “Just go away!” When I was going through a hard time. I called your home. You really got upset. And hung up the phone! When I was at a very low point of much discouragement. Not once… Did you offer any kind of encouragement! I’ve thought about everything that has been said. At times, I wonder if I “was better off dead.” It’s almost like you wish “I wasn’t there at all.” You never talk to me. Or give a call. Should I attempt to call on the same Jesus, you claim to know? Would he listen to me… Or simply tell me to GO??? If I make an attempt to call on his name… Would he get upset like you? And complain? What do you suggest that I do? Especially that I don’t really have anyone else to turn to… Will Jesus turn his back on me… The way you did? Without any hope or meaning… I have no reason to live. I think I’m going to take the time, and ask Jesus to come in… Perhaps this is the way that I can really find a FRIEND! By Jim Pemberton 11/03/11


Details | Free verse | |

Love, Loss, and Repitition

Channeling through to the screaming demon a wall thin as a sheet of silk reflecting like a piece of glass all that I ask I all I can do I can bring an end to the rain for nobody ever will know me again the tears will stop flowing as you slowly stop knowing the evidence points to a love so true I cannot be so stuck on me I cannot be inside I shall broadcast over every corrupted wave of human brain space hoping for an end to the war hoping for an end to a means whatever it brings shall be directly for me Interlinking network cables cross sometimes to find a new stream of though that has never been been thought of I could never fall out of the great tree, in debt to me for saving it from the woodsmen Oh scaly beast with your pointy teeth your so poignant to me and I am all that matters when nothing else does I'm all out of weapons and defenses because I followed you too far into the great pit of love with no sight above or intention to escape I shall just lay in a place that fate has thrown me Whoever has known me has known a true friend if I ever at any point let them all the way in which rarely happens for I don't know trust for I am the truest form of myself I need to help from a bottom feeding fish who's only wish is for self advancement your selfish attractions entice me no more you were the last one I felt anything for your absence is noted and the void digs at me so empty I shall forever stay here in the epitome of misery so perfectly purposely


Details | I do not know? | |

UNFED SOMALIANS

How can i sleep when 
i hear you crying?
You are innocent; you are weak.
At  your cost we all live.
We understand and accept the reality.
But we interfere and compromise.
We build our palaces 
upon your corpse.


Details | Free verse | |

My baby

Don't listen to them, why should you care what they say?Hmm?
We will always love you, you know that.

They just don't understand you.
They don't matter.

Hush, don't cry.

My poor baby.
Why do they torment you so?

Shhhhhh.
Mummy's here.
It will be okay.



Details | Ottava rima | |

WAR SEEN THROUGH A YOUNGSTER'S EYES

Born in that historical and eventful year
when changes were sweeping this country,
peace songs were heard in the scary, tumultuous air...
not realizing the dear cost for the quest of liberty
when soldiers would have gone to a foreign land so far,
to defend what others thought was sheer folly!
And their blood was shed in jungles and on dusty roads,
never feeling selfish pride by carrying the heaviest loads.


And from those sad and tragic memories,
my lyrics were written and sung to myself
with the hope of revealing them with teary eyes...
remembering what took for them to face pain without relief
and whenever letters were delayed in the mail mothers
began to fear the worst, if not a horrible death...
many went to churches and synagogues to ask God for mercy,
and yes He heard their pleas, but war had no clemency.


Many of those soldiers were given Purple Hearts
for their remarkable courage to have confronted danger without surrendering to the enemy,
others were forgotten in wheelchairs without legs and arms,
and they wept with no one offering comfort, warmth and sympathy...
but on those heart so proud of their Motherland they wore American flags,
unable to forget their commitment when they were asked to fight for their beloved country.
O brave soldiers, if no medals or honors were given you...let me reward you for your fright:
by erasing all the atrocity of bloody scenes that still are troubling your longest, coldest night. 
    


Details | I do not know? | |

City Life for The Masses

The loo enters during summers,
The chill penetrates in the winters
 
The ceiling leaks during monsoons,
The mosquitoes sting like harpoons
 
Came to the city with many dreams
From the lands of plains, valleys & streams
 
Came to the city, to earn a living, with wishes
The mirage of untold, unforeseen riches
 
(The City) Pulled them into its greedy claws,
Hiding it’s own weaknesses, it’s flaws
 
What have they become here, now?
Forced to make their heads bow,
 
As a driver, sweeper or domestic help
Confined to their lowly class, like a slave’s whelp
 
Ridiculed, raped, beaten, manipulated
Was it in their fate, to be cheated?
 
Were they not happy, in their valleys, their farms?
What drove them to the city, in great swarms?
 
Will they ever go back, escape?
Or will the city life forever hold them agape?


Details | Prose Poetry | |

My Brother

You left my brother
Came back a man
Should hear our proud father
Speak of you
How you’ve done him
And momma proud
Sister Jane and Katherine
Down the block
Never seem to have anything
But you to talk about
Oh if you only knew the loving
All the girls around here
Say you’ve missed
It’s a good bet
You’d never have left
But leave you did
Nothing can change that now
In a way it’s good to know
Exactly where you are
We need never again worry
If that old truck of yours broke down
Leaving you to walk home in the rain
It’s a good thing really
Now we can all get some sleep
Granted, not as much as you
But we will in our due time
Just want you to know
These tags of yours
Will never leave my neck
You, will never leave my heart
For no matter why you left
Or how you came back
You still are
And will always be
My brother


Details | Rhyme | |

THE GROOVIEST GREETING

I had a long, peaceful sleep last night,
didn't attempt to take a single bite;
hurriedly, I descend the steepest stairs...
to greet the coolest friend with braids!


It's wonderful to say, " Good morning!"
to anyone you happen to meet along
the busy street or avenue,
or whoever you bump into;
it's the grooviest greeting,
that can be so pleasing!   


I've gotten back from work and taken off my black leather boots,  
so glad I made home safely listening to some sweet tunes;
surely Delilah can pick the right song for the loneliest lover,
her radio show is flooded with requests from fans near and far!


" Good morning " are the nicest words that can make somebody's day less moody;
say them aloud with the sweetness and thrill of your favorite disc jockey, 
who over the radio station waves kindly asks who is calling...
then shouldn't you hum that delightful song while you're walking?
And as you rush to your destination, shout with joy the grooviest greeting
that people are anxious to hear by starting their day with your, " Good morning! "    


Details | Prose Poetry | |

9Ninety0

 9Ninety0 
9Ninety0 
 
 
CharlaXFabels 
 
 
On SUNDAY 
 
ADAYOFOURLORD 
 
 When judgement come what will you say can you tell the JESUS 
what you done in just one day eye left some fish upon the way then left my bed to 
gather more than eye can eat for eye am blessed my heart is full of love for 
people eye have never met and strangers yell at me from van and make me cuss 
and curse and hate yet the things eye found was blessed a cake a homemade 
cake remember LORD when we ate the cake eye found it in the city park on that 
SUNDAY when the man in the van rolled his window down he yelled screamed 
growled at me so cartoon of a character so rubber legged he would not stop near 
me for eye was mad at THEE for letting evil men get near me they rob me of my 
grace more needed now on SUNDAY as eye sit and feed my face eye will not go 
further with embellishments and lies intended just to sell a story to the men who 
drive the van and bother men with hate for eye found some extra clothing and 
added it to mind for there was no one there in the park today just laying on the 
ground eye passed the beggars sides with full larder laid as eye did not even lay 
it down eye hope they have an empty cup of alcoholic stop eye began this day 
without a fish but now my bags is hard to carry a brand new hooded shirt upon 
my belly my jacket getting heavy my cake and coffee is so nice please KISS mye 
lambea wherever she is at a smile upon her face for eye and love and grace on 
SUNDAY. This is CharlaXFabel number NINTEY. 



Details | Lyric | |

Sexual Assault by Women.

Dare you trick him? Dare you violate him?
And then you get no karma, and it leaves him grim.
You took advantage, you broke his ego.
You restrained him, you took away his ability to protect himself.
You took away his right to refuse.

And society forces confusion, ridicule, humiliation, and lack of sympathy they deserve.
But if I ever see you I'll make sure justice is served.
Because of society men allow this to happen because they believe that your violation isn't
possible.
But the thought that a female cannot be aggressor in itself is impossible!

You sick, sadistic, cruel vermin.
You violent animal.
You rapist.


Details | Rhyme | |

Insignificant Matters

To write a poem of which make a person change
is not so insignificant and strange
Without those people things will always be the same
then their would be the blaming game
I write this poem to the Insignificant out their
because they do not deserve the bad stare

To write a poem of which make a person change
is not so insignificant and strange
Without those people we would not be guessing
people would just plane stressing
I do understand how feeling are
because I do stare into the star

To write a poem of which make a person change
is not so insignificant and strange
Without those people we could not be our selves
people would just give up and leave things on shelves
I do think people that is insignificant are life batter
because everyone in life is not insignificant they all matter


Details | Free verse | |

AHALYA

AHALYA 

She is thirty  and two
Her face has lost it’s soft
She is a professor in her subject  and
Her second nest is her college
She is a married woman  -Her
Past had a pleasing romance
She loved  a man for love  and
It grew as night in a moon
Bad rituals pushed her in a hell
In the name of marriage with an impotent
She lived with tears and pains and
Spent her days  in the burning fire of lust
He became a patient  to his death
Ptiy  Ahalya whispering for her fate 
Her hero comes again to take her
Out of emotions she gave her to his hands
It spreads to the ears of  her impotent owner
He cursed and sued against her in the court
He argued there she is immoral  and
She is having affairs with many
Poor  Ahalya  denied not in the court 
Court separated her from His life
Ahalya  isthe poor victim living with her tears
Her hero once again vanishes as air from her life
Ahalyas are not one  or two here
They are more and more in this world 
Their tears are making seas and oceans
Not to think they are always  calm and quite
Before their ANGER  realize your sins

Saktheee S Ravichandran


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Convinced of Our Goodness 11042011

I MYSELF AM CONVINCED ABOUT YOU
MY BROTHERS
THAT YOU YOURSELVES ARE FULL OF GOODNESS 15:14

THE APOSTLE PAUL had not met the Christians in Rome when he wrote to them
He must have been aware that they
Like all people
Had their faults and committed sins

Yet he says he knows there is goodness in them
Paul was a positive-minded missionary
That is one reason why he was so successful

We can choose to be faultfinding
Cynical
And berating of others by highlighting their faults
Like Paul, we can seek to find some goodness in them

I often recall the advice of the famous spiritual teacher
St. Francis de Sales
“If you must err, err on the side of gentleness”
I have not met most of you who are reading this 

But I believe you are striving to excel in holiness
Continue your efforts
Do not become discouraged
For I am convinced there much goodness in you

Readings and Gospel
Romans 15:14-21
Psalm 98:1-4
Luke 16:1-8


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The hairless street dog

A hairless street dog -
Skinny and one leg broken
Limps near the bazaar!


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THE WONDROUS CONSTELLATIONS

At my birth, something happened up there...  
into the wondrous constellations,
God Himself made them shine brighter
for this new born trascending life 
into a destiny of greatness;
and my grateful smile deepened His delight!

Astrologers study the heavenly bodies: 
stars, planets and the wondrous constellations
to predict  the events of an individual's destiny... 
from an ordinary one...to the most extraordinary;
fame is measured by a monetary value,
but  greatness is a spirituality laid open to view!

Nowdays simplicity is looked upon with suspicion,
it seems a bit too spontaneous and impractical; 
the modernist confounds it and confronts it,
treating it like an incurable disease of the outcast,
but no great man has ever been
ashamed of expressing it and propagating it!

We are building monuments of wonders,
and go far into the boundless Universe...
instead of undoing pain and disharmony,
curing the plagues that inflict this Humanity;
our society is too proud and arrogant...
nothing frightens us, and we still remain defiant!

If  your fate favors you over the others,
who only can wish for such glorious moments
consumed in prosperity and greatness;
start cultivating the seeds of wisdom,
seeking out those truest friends living on the Earth...
to admire and share the wondrous constellations above!
 


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With Christ YOU CAN Overcome

With Christ…   You Can Overcome!



One of the things I don’t understand, Is the wickedness throughout this land. I’ve often thought and have pondered. How can this evil continue much longer? It’s amazing what man will do to each other. How people treat their sisters and brothers! The Bible says that the heart is wicked above all things. We can testify to the destruction an evil heart brings! In all of this wickedness, sin and confusion… There is an answer! There is a solution! We’ll find eternal hope and a peace within… As we come to Christ and confess our sin! Why not allow Christ to make you complete? Lay your every burden and worry at his feet! He’ll restore your life and wipe away your tears. His perfect love will cast out your fears! He’ll restore to you, what the enemy has taken. With him by your side… You’ll not be forsaken! Your heart will be strengthened and renewed! His words of life are like “heavenly food.” By the blood of the lamb… You can overcome! Christ has the victory! The battle’s been won! By Jim Pemberton


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Without The Box

So, there you are
Returned from fighting another mans war
Heard you’re quite the hero
Good for you my friend
Twenty years young
Couldn’t wait
To kick some terrorist ass
And so you did
So very well indeed I hear
Now you’re back
Nothing more to kick
What are you to do with yourself
Lying there as you are
Look at all of us here
To welcome you back
Can you not hear the joy
Can you not see the happiness
Or is it all hidden behind the tears
So here you are returned
In a flawless uniform
Lying there all smug and confident
With a peaceful look
Here you are returned
Fresh off the plane
In a nice tight package
Here you are returned
To never leave again
Good to have you back my friend
Only wish it could have been
Without the box


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A Matter Of Strength

If strength is only 
How well you hide the pain.
I must be truly strong spirited.

If thinking you want death
Is a matter of being gutsy enough,
Then those who're gone
Were even more strong

Rest in peace,
Yet what've they've done 
Shall forever haunt me...


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MAKE EVERY MOMENT COUNT

Make every moment count...
this is the promise I make to myself,
to deny the certainty of death:
an assumption stripped of all reality;
and it daunts others, not me...
as long as I get that glimpse of eternity!

Be an essential part of the living:
sharing, giving, reveling, grieving and forgiving...
instead of rebelling against society,
and fighting against an invisible adversary;
but if your  aspirations
are the strenght of your goals
everything takes on a new meaning,
even making your story worth-telling!

Make every moment count
by being clever and not indignant;
never live by pride and greed,
or expect a bountiful return...
when nothing is being achieved,
and praise can't be earned!
 
Be of a keen mind and love patiently...
revive a broken spirit with the kindest word,
and reduce your worries to nothing:
and though the world's vanities cannot be changed,
make an effort to have your voice heard;
what is torn down sadly...can also be built up happily!

Make every moment count
and ignore the ticking of the clock,
to let awareness guide you through anticipation;
time is like roses with thorns:
it pokes you and makes you bleed,and unless
you show meekness and sympathy,
it won't hit  you low...but grant you victory!


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Mistaken Happiness

Nightly,
She holds the bottle tightly
And drinks away her life
Thinking I don’t want to be like me.
She drinks until she thinks she might be
Somebody else,
Or at least the pain eased slightly.
And even if she wanted to,
She couldn’t tell you what is wrong
Because nothing’s wrong
She’s just not strong
Enough to walk the path she chose to walk on.
And when advice isn’t there
It’s the bottle that’ll help her along
And give her strength
When her heart is too weak to be strong.
You think she’s happy
Cause she laughs when she holds it.
Mistaken happiness
But she escapes it all for a moment.
You like the fun her
So you hang out when she’s drunk
Get her drunker
Take her home or take her number
And then do it all again
Until you’ve done her
Or  you’re done with her
With no intentions of ever loving her.
The fun is done you’re sure
And the girl who cries at night
Isn’t as fun as her.
Over time she doesn’t cry.
It doesn’t do her any good it's like
A drug which no longer gets her high.
So she drinks to suppress the pain that’s left
And drown the sorrows of depression 
Deep inside.
The tears that surface make her weaker
So she keeps drinking
And digs the well a little deeper.
Who would dive so deep
Just to see her?
So they only see the surface,
Damaged goods
Who would keep her?
So you buy another drink
Then you screw her and you leave her.
We’ve seen her
Standing with a man
Bottle in hand
We didn’t save her either.

Dec. 14, 2006


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Crazy Mick

Crazy Mick the Irishman, with trademark bike and overcoat,
Wheeling his way back into town, classed as a tarnished silly goat,
His hair was long and curly; spoke words barely understood,
His manner gave impression, he's up to no flamin’ good.

Shopkeepers grew an extra eye, toward their advertised outside,
Watching Mick out on the street, as up and down he'd ride,
This man was on outcast; different to the folks they know,
A little dirty, is a vagrant, and he acts a little slow.

Mick’s first stop the butchers shop, bargained for a ‘snag’ or two,
The butcher he felt pity, threw in an extra few,
This pleased Mick no end, as he left the butchers door, 
His feast was quick and final, ate the meat been given raw.

The pub through past experience, had little time for Mick,
For beer became his nemesis, urged forward his fighting trick,
Too many times Mick’s antics, had forced him to the street,
With bloodied nose, blackened eye, always getting beat.

Compromising was the bottle sale, take half a dozen and then go,
Sit over by the railway line, and then drink them nice and slow,
Young kids without feelings, teased Mick in his toxic state,
Laughing as he chased them, for he'd stagger and gyrate.

When Mick disappeared, our town wondered where he went,
Had he found a home! Had he died! Where has his time been spent!
It seems in potato season, when the pickers were required,
Mick was slogging in the paddocks, where potato tops had died.

The 'swampy' people honoured Mick, for he had no fear of sweat,
He'd bend his back the furthest, earn't the spud farmer’s respect,
They seen a different person, than the townie’s man un-trusted,
Hard working in the hot sun, not the drunk so often busted.

Mick perished one cold winter, alone inside a pickers shack,
Long after picking season ended, so what had brought him back,
He must have known his life was ebbing, left for where he felt no shame,
Spud farmers heads bowed 'round his grave, but not one townie came.


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A boy and a girl

I remember the day I first saw her face on the school bus such an uneasy place
we both were shy it took months just to talk soon enough we would always walk
from the stop to her house were I d stand uneasy the sweat would pool in my right hand
One night late after school she came to my house I tried to be cool 
she asked if I would like to go out of course I did but I was nervous anxious filled with doubt

we spent a whole summer just hanging out some times I got so nervous I wanted to shout
I recall how she first placed her hand in mine I was sweating so bad I was losing my mind
the touch of her fingers in my sweaty palm gave comfort unknown and a relieving calm
I realize now she was just as scared but she seemed so calm ready and aware

she became my very best friend but even I knew the summer would end
before the fall came an took her away we spent time with each other everyday
a few weeks before school started again we went to the park are spot back then 
she looked in my eyes for ever it seemed I was confused and young I almost screamed
then she leaned towards me with the sweetest touch she said shed miss me very much
and then it happen her lips searched and found mine out in that moment it removed all doubt
an innocent peek between dearest of friends learning how such things have there ends
after school started that year she moved away I have not seen her since that day

Forever she holds a piece of my heart the innocents we shared was ours from the start
even tho Ive grown a lot since then that young love is for thick and thru thin
we never took not a thing from one another we held each other up learned from one another
I wonder if she thinks of me I think of her and lonely nights I hope she lives happily
youth is something you cannot keep I miss those days on the grass we would sleep 

somewhere inside the shy little boy waits for the day he might see that girl once again
the soul that taught me how to love and to be loved how to end and how to begin
I know ill never see her again I know its only memories something lost to the past 
if I would have known it would end that way and be over so quick so dam fast
I would have told her more of the true me maybe then Id feel whole at last
sweet first love I hope you find a life of love and find your faith in the god above
she will always been in my heart and mind and for now we must leave us behind


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What Are You Waiting For

this wait
has alway's
meant never





Tribute To Martin Luther King


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THE REDKNUCKLE STORYTELLER

Greetings from the RedKnuckle Storyteller,you may find he;s ann odd kind of feller.
Though he'll do his best to write from the heart,and what you don't like you may always tear 
apart.You see,this storyteller has lived an awful life.A life without family,children,a beautiful 
wife.Now some may say my poetry expresses my pain,others say it's a release in anger I 
gain.Personally I write about a society in grief,so many hurting with no sign of relief.I am so 
proud of every man,woman,child from these hoods,for when it comes to unity and strive they 
truly deliver the goods.With the streets getting younger every day,what's a careing man do 
but kneel down and pray.These are our children out there,so who's in charge to step up and 
care..It pains me, that i'm but a single voice heard.who's only given inspiration is sometimes 
a single word.Now go find a drink and a comfortable chair.For we are about to embark on a 
poetry journey where others would'nt dare.

Dedicated to all the missing Women in Vancouvers lower East end.

(MAY THEY NOT BE FORGOTTEN!)  PEACE AND LOVE... T.R.K S


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The Gunslinger

He was a gunslinger from the lone star state,
With a mind full of anger and a heart full of hate.
He wore two six shooters,one on each hip,
With the notches of the dead cut into the grip.
The eyes of this gunslinger showed no emotion or fear,
Every one kept there eyes on him when he was near.
Then along came a stranger,with a star upon his chest,
Looking for the man from the deep southwest.
He called the man out from the lone star state.
He knew that talking was useless,his words would carry no weight.
As they pulled there guns,the gunslinger gave it his best.
But the bullet that struck first was from the man with the star on his chest.
When the gunslinger hit the ground,the marshal asked him why,
The man from the lone star state showed emotion and shed a tear from his eye.
She was just a kid when the gang rode into town,
She was barely sixteen,why did they gun her down.
You finally put me to rest,the anger and hate will finally subside,
And as the gunslinger past away,the marshal finally knew why.


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Memories

Memories haunt and yet they lead.
They help us to find our way.
Memories bring choices with comparisons made.
Memories lead to decisions as corners we turn.
But memories are fluid and change as life goes on.
We forget and discard what we don’t want.
Later we revisit and change images again.

Resentments change to love and care long lost.
Achievements verses what we gave up.
Even wrong can become trying to do right.
Other viewpoints open the older we become…
Then we revisit and memories change again.
Memories can be truth or lies, but they are always…
As fluid as the life from which they come.


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closer

Just as the sun sets
the moon ries
I'm pleasured with
candle lit surprises
you gave me your hand
to trust
But i don't want to rush
Baby just understand
you are you my man
Let's meet and became friends
After then we can make our own
Lose ends amends
Closer, closer, and closer
Until we are together.


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Subject: BUS STOP CRAZIES Today at 3:37 pm

Subject: BUS STOP CRAZIES   Today at 3:37 pm      

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BUS STOP CRAZIES 
BUS STOP CRAZIES 

Glitter My Words 
First one: a man rolled a cigarette using a bummed paper. 
But he did not ask for any tobacco he was scrounging the leavings off the tarmac 
OH Yuckk it made me so happy that eye do not smoke. 
He reinforced my habit of no indulgence and made me appreciate the value of 
nonindulgence the boy seemed to me to be rolling stuff the pigeons was leaving 
behind laying there to fill his paper with there offerings there. 
The second one: was 
The second parting shot was this a man and his lady friend 
Just waiting for the bus he finished up his smoke 
And turned to her in time to see her doing a line of coke 
He said ON NO not in PUBLIC eye. 
She had hollowed out her eyebrow pencil to make it suck. 
She held her mirror up and pretended to do makeup. 
HE is lucky if he does not die of some strang disease from all of his tattoos. She 
will likely die of using coke too much. 
The third crazxie was: 
A man ??? A PERSON his pants was torn in such a manner to let people see 
when he is excited there can be no doubt he did it on the purpose his purpose 
being to get some excitement and even though eye seen no tobacco on him eye 
can say HE was smoking. 
These are my buss stop crazies today three persons and one user please. 
 
 
          
 


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I'll Never Forget


i’ll never forget…
the September skies, wrapping
innocent spirits


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The Bus

Get up and go

Foul smells assault my nose

taking all my senses in its strong hands and draining the life from them

I struggle to breathe 

A woman—her age, sad as her condition pulls her crippled body off and away 

I feel the wheels moving under my lightly shod feet 

I want them to move faster

A man who controls only parts of his body rolls his donated disgusting chair out 
of the way

So those with useful appendages will not be hindered 

Silent I consider my faults 


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Preciosa

Your words are always              pleasant to my soul
and their intent         sweet as honey in its comb
and where you walk               buds and blossoms flower
my desire            to capture its beauty in every hour
 
Your movements are married         to every virtues grace
and we ourselves desire           to clearly reflect its face
you did seek our healing                   of every wounded pain
and all its comforts           is the song of its refrain
 
They are drawn to you                   like a mighty crowd
though you are soft spoken              not among the loud
it is your solace           they seek in all their days
until the time                    they learn the fullness of your ways
 
Like the earth               we are mired in its clay
until we are molded          into learning Love your way
so baked and scorched          like the deserts of the earth
until your reign                 is known and of its worth
 
Soft and tender           like a mother to her babe
barely a whisper                         the voice the spirit made
you drew pictures          in every word we heard
until its knowledge                we have completely learned
 
Like children you gave        everyone your own affection
directed them  to give            the highest values their inspection
fed those who followed       all their bodies , hearts and mind
taught them to seek           until the noble virtues find
 
And as we grew          taught us the things to cherish
that we must never               allow those things to perish
and this is why            I will always turn to you
there is such sweetness             the things you taught to do
 
There can never be enough            lifting of your praise
you have sought to give us                 love with everlasting days
So gently did you treat us             like a newborn child
rocked us with your own songs             and of a love that's undefiled
 
I hear your music           its like an evening serenade
I long to hear it           the songs of life's parade
you are my King       the master of its every song
among your company         where I desire to belong
 
The spirit and the bride say
Come and take life's water free
 
amen Let your kindgom come
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Creator and his love of People

The minister and angels in year 2005 there on TV and
a gift to all, toils for  his Glory and right never wrong 
by labor he will enter the pealy gates and walk on gold
there he dates a child and give her to his other ministers and
they laugh and say a angel made them do it, of cruse your
child not thier now children will think that a angel well
will, of course he will meet his maker like the hornet
Queen and ice Queen and of course the person that
make the child scream in the ear of the creator. you
can make money of i want nothing Dailey


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That's a long walk

A strange old lady stopped in front of me
With a deep sigh she said, " It's a long walk "
One more sigh and one more minute of rest
She continued her walk

Who knows it is for another long or short walk ?
Who knows when she can make another stop ?
An old couple came and stood besides me
I saw weary feelings in their eyes

How long they travelled before they got this break ?
Where do they move after this rest ?
How far they have to walk and take small intervals 
Before they get everlasting rest in peace ?

Another old man came and greeted the couple
How are you ?...... long time no see......
Glad to see you again....... how's life ? 
Sorry, I have to rush

See you again if God wills
Take care ....have a safe trip home
He moved fast towards his destination
I wish he get there safe 

People are coming and going
Resting for a short while and keep moving
You see movements everywhere 
Movements give life to everything


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The Deep Blue Is Rough

The deep blue is rough
Strangers' weary eyes float by
Unknown future waits


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An Unfathomable Fortune

Dust hugged a vague object
That lay deep inside my closet
I shivered as I touched the box's cover
Unaware what I’m about to discover

Gently I placed it on my laps
Suddenly, a bird’s wings flapped
As it was freed from within
It wasn’t a unique bird coming from Berlin
But, the memory that burst deep inside 

Opening the box was so memorable
For childhood crept into my fingers cradle   
Flashbacks pierced my mind
As they flipped so quickly making me blind

The box’s belongings slowly opened their eyes
As light entered gracefully into their thighs
A marble switched on its engine
Beginning to role again

Beneath it was a paper with words scribbled
Indicating the friend that provided 
Me with this lovely structure
Accompanying it with a soft texture
Red, Blue, and Yellow were the three streaks’ colors
Designing its interior

I held it in my hand observing it with punctuality 
Realizing the string that held me so closely
To the moments I shared with its donor
For I knew my friend for a year
Due to her leave to another country

Even though it is a simple marble many could have
Yet, it is a mark that held a memory that was saved
Whenever I hold it in my hand
In fact, it is a treasure I shall never strand
For it held a friendship once shared
Between a child and her friend
With three streaks resembling three important factors;
Friendship, Memories, and Love shared with an acquaintance...


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Delusioned

He sits at a booth and orders for everyone:
"Eliza will have a strawberry lemonade
and a salad, no dressing;
Hubert will take an ice-cold beer
to wash down his steak;
my grandmother, here, will have the chicken
and green beans;
and I suppose I'd like the duck."
The waitress responds to his requests:
"I'm terribly sorry, sir, but I’m terribly confused.
I see no Eliza to serve a lemon or salad;
and Hubert’s not here to prove he’s of age.
Your grandmother, dear, I’m afraid isn’t here;
and we don’t have duck here to put on your plate.
I'm sorry to say, mister, 
but you are alone.
No one is here with you tonight."
He stares up at her, baffled—
two tangled prisms absorbing dim light
"Miss, I insist, please bring me the food.
My friends and I have grown weary
from battle and war and we need to dress our wounds. 
Miss, can’t you see that we’re brutally beaten?"
"Sir, I’m sorry to say that you are not damaged
or beaten in any kind of way. Your clothing is bright
and your hair is all combed. 
You are still very much alone."
He stands up straight and sighs,
"a man is born alone and so, alone is how he dies."


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What Is Broken (Still Has Beauty)

What is broken,
Still shines great beauty...
Whoever or whatever that reaches the inside of me,
Is a treasure worthy enough for me to forever hold...

When night comes,
My feelings and thoughts truly unfold...
During the darkest of my hours,
I unleash my expressive powers...

While the dawn hast come,
My energized mind numbs
For only a moment,
I will wait...

The sun rises
As the deepest gates of my imagination
Flood open and bring on the waves of emotion.
Winds of hope blow away my tears...

And the inner sea, in me,
Begins to shine colours,
From the bluest of all these days,
To the grayest of my depressed ways...

These gray waters...
Change into a glow of hopeful silver...
And at long last, I let go of the past,
As this sea is painted gold by the eternal sun...

I am saddened and gladdened, here and there...
Yet, whatever is broken...
Still shines great beauty...


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Reign

Voices Reign, 
Tall 
Short 
Skinny 
Fat 
Ugly 
Unwanted, 
She stands alone. 
In a mirror, 
She sees beauty. 
Here and now, 
She doesn't imagine the coke-bottle waist only attainable by purchase of the latest Barbie.
She sees beauty. 
Colors like the sun and the moon, 
The vast oceans to the unfathomable skies. 
Here in the mirror, she sees beauty. 
Until she opens her eyes, 
And voices reign.


Details | Senryu | |

A Friendly Bishop

A friendly Bishop…
In Angel’s weary eyes lies 
The color of sin


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August 28th

Aug 28th 

The sky is clear for far

My pants are old navy and have visible holes 

A lady with a smiley face umbrella enters and a man removes his cap

 

Only to replace it

 

The leaves are starting to fade and many to fall

We pass the intersections which house the wealthy—but only pass 

 

I'm leaving my element 

 

As our minds do pass the thought of riches—the institutions of wealth fly past 

Large oak trees scream into the sky reaching for something of substance 

A boy—no a man with wild hair steps up walks quickly, sits 

No roses but other flowers are in bloom—that of the unrecognizable but 
gorgeous 

 

White shoes, clean studious girl perfect hair, time taken 

 

A young face smiles at me 

Cheap clothes swaddle her she looks into her holder's young face. 

Their dark skin is one but their minds are waves that beat against each other—
she holds her pretty face and smiles 

 

A woman who looks older then she should, spent her time feeding addictions 
she sits near

Stares into an abyss—something she sees there that we cannot 

She is unkempt and laughs at nothing from time to time 

 

The studious girl shuts her book

 

The lost lady plays peek-a-boo with the child in front of her…

 


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I ADORE MODEST WOMEN

I adore modest women,
so soft-spoken and
very elegant,
who aren't looking for men
to seduce without being
atrracted to  them!

There's a shortage of men,
and they try to get whomever they can,
ugly, handsome or good- for -nothing;
all they want is pleasure, not a friend! 

I love simple women
who are fashionable 
and very sleek;
I love women
who can look in their mirror
and say to themselves,
" I'm beautiful! "
Honesty can make any man weak,
enough to give them much more!

Be careful of women who touch their face
when they laugh and pretend to like your kisses,
giving you the illusion of a full moon...
in the middle of a hot afternoon:
you will burn, but won't remember a darned thing;
and all that wasted energy for a quick sling!
 
I adore modest women
who don't wear lots of make up...
to hide a despised face;
isn't simplicity
another form of beauty?
I adore modest women
who undress you when they're hot...
they make you feel wanted without words:
and that's when my passion starts up,
and I become a real man!


Details | Elegy | |

Bombay Missiles

From the eyes of Shangri-la and words indited in bulletin
spoken by  bellwethers and imagery on broadcasts
Felt the passing of breaths and federation menace.

The scourge abided by cause of hooliganism
By a group of libertine, 
Held, ye plot to an affright baker’s dozen bams.
He who fended collared gravely, and he who
Fathered, headed for the hills. 
Passing of breaths and the devour city
Bellowing mother’s cry and bemused father
The helpless baby yet addled with a smile.
The speechless contrarian and the stock market blues
Mongers fall back and the bollywood whodunit. 
Queried world and hastening federations 
The eventual address to make for red alert. 

Staked City and yet another lionize attack
To their day of remembrance on the cause of vandalism
Dawdled to a tetrad later 
Abided by the juvenility of their community
Held, ye plot to an heptad bams.
Office hour rushed shush dead to the world
Aghast citizenry and deplorable family
Her plighting husband to return and son’s oft exacts
Left apart for an unknown time.

Ruled by terrorism, shame upon faith
Around-the-clock yet another hark back
Abided by the army of pure
Held, ye plot to tenner explosions.
Challenges taken were overwhelm 
An arrest bore witness
Yet, 
From the eyes of Shangri-la and words indited in bulletin
spoken by  bellwethers and imagery on broadcasts
Felt the passing of breaths and federation menace.


Details | Terza Rima | |

MORE BITTER THAN SORROW

When freedom is limited to merely living a gloomy existence,
not having access to all the privileges and total liberties
of a free society, then it's more bitter than sorrow.  



When one's faith is not allowed to be openly professed and expressed
to praise God and place Him above Man, it's a suppressing hand
hindering any heart to sing its hymns...becoming an ordeal more bitter than sorrow.



I have the gift of the written word, which the Almighty endowed me at birth,
and my intolerance can infuriate the rage of any suppressing regime without worth;
woe to them who will force me to swallow a venom more bitter than sorrow!  



For an uncrowned head, with no honor bestowed upon it, there's no need for a sword,
but how will the doleful faces, that desire joy to shine upon them, celebrate life? 
I can offer them solace, not hopelessness which is more bitter than sorrow. 



Cruel and unfair kings, you run your kingdoms with an inhuman heart and a bloody hand,
drowning your people in conspicuous silences; a fearful people, who must never cause discord
among the poor and the ignorant, lest they choose a martyrdom more bitter than sorrow.


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | I do not know? | |

Have and the have nots

grabbing at straws the luck of the draw
some live big some live raw
a few like gods on hills of gold
every things fine just do what were told

A man on the corner needs something to eat
money walks by thinks dirty deadbeat
separated so the poor don't offend
at least when your down no need to pretend

late at night at the castle on the hill
a drunken success pops another pill
doesn't talk to his kids doesn't have real friends
his wife loves spending and the hottest new trends

a mother and her children prepare for the meal
what little there is seems so surreal
Everyday she struggles to provide
all she has is love and great strength inside

the driver takes him to the company he owns
he makes money by working others to there bones
always watching for a worker whose down
to remind them hes got the best jobs in town

eight sharp she takes the bus into work
she works for sol ittle just to please some rich jerk
the boss points out maybe its time for some new clothes
hes pays so little cares nothing for what she owes


the girls need braces but theres no way to pay
she smiles real big and says well get em someday
but shes knows she probably wont ever afford
she can barely make rent on her own accord

when he enters his mansion he feels quite alone
a beautiful house but know sign of a home
he decides it be better if workers lost there medical coverage
the company will save and even the overage

two people so very different one thinks hes what most people want to aspire to
the other wonders how long she can hold two sick days she'd be out on the street
the first one is selfish drinks every night avoids his family and lies a lot to
the second is down but will never give up and her children love her she is so sweet

these two people we see everyday I'm willing to bet you may look away
she just doesn't know how to save irresponsible i hear people say
when you see the man in his top notch suit and perfect smile
i hear people say what an outstanding man i like to talk for a while

When i see the man in his thespian role i feel a ting of pity in the heart in the soul
all the money doesn't help him see the person he his the one he could be
when i see the women struggle all day i wonder why we aren't all this way
her strength and courage virtues indeed a path of love is always richer then  one of greed 


Details | I do not know? | |

We Are Home

I opened my eyes to my family I love so dear,
and as they rush to my side I try hard to tell them there is nothing to fear.
There tears fall on the sheets by my side,
and it is me that struggles to let my emotions subside.

In an instant I see someone pass behind the flock that is straight ahead,
my god to my disbelief  I could have sworn he was dead.
With a chuckle he passes between the human mass of love,
and points to the ceiling above.

The figure I have known for 35 years from night to day,
and in our vow of love he came back here today.
He speaks no words as he holds my hand and lifts me out of bed,
and past our family, that thinks I am dead.

The room fills up with nurses and doctors galore,
but as the volts enter my body, I know I am no more.
I kiss my daughter and hug my son to say goodbye,
and ask my husband, is it my time to die?

He smiles and we walk into a stairwell of light,
and I hold his hand, trying not to show my fright.
As we pass through the air into a realm I have never known,
My husband kisses me on my lips and whispers, now we are home.


Details | Free verse | |

Constructing spirit

Have you ever come to share, your spirit showing that you care
not with flowers but the strongest form of heart ?
I ask only to display, why I may take great dismay
For the end is sounding then more like the start.

And so I've come to notice, after loosening my focus
That I might just be to young to give that gift.
Not a gift at all I know, just a part of me to flow
Anyone of you can see it if you wish.

But the blind can never see, nor were ever meant to be
On the team that will forever have to fight.
So if you want to see, i will teach you not for me
But for YOU to see the beauty of the light. 

Forgive me if I sound reserved, for too long I was disturbed
Resulting from the one who had my spirit sinking.
So I'll attempt to make a deal, with this thought not much to feel
I will save myself from dying, or just thinking 


Details | I do not know? | |

I Found You

Those nights I have cried in,
Disappeared when I put you 
Inside a special place in my mind.
No matter how far apart,
We'll always meet again at a new start.

I felt guilty for letting you go
And for letting one of my most precious friendships
Fall apart...
I felt sad on some nights,
Until you brought back out friendship's bright light.

Tears and fears have once ruled my life,
But then I found you again,
My friend...


Details | Free verse | |

ALL LEGENDS ARE MADE BY DREAMS

Is there a purpose for struggling,
enduring trails that could be been avoided?
What motivates an individual to surpass
any conceivable limit...to build a concept?


A normal person has less cares than a genius;
no passion for art or interest in science,
so aimless is that existence...
resembling a shadow passing. 


A philosopher once said that
legends are made by dreams,
by each stage as they are woven,
but their inner voices are as faint 
and distant as raging waterfalls
descending steeply, to splash in rivers below;
and to hear them, you must get closer enough,
until their loud sound can deafen 
the ears and astonish the eyes...
Oh, I have contemplated them in sheer surprise!


Nobody ever sees a thinker's curved back
posing on the water-splashed, cracked rock;
if civilization has betrayed his idealistic thoughts,
accusing him of insanity and prejudice...
how can dark minds be lucid enough to discern
what he sees in images of true perfection?
And he will be another outcast detested by society...
for having demonstrated a superior mentality?


Go to the highest hill, amid the rugged mountains of the South,
and find him in the same spot meditating
over a glorious view that the very learned once admired;
go and comfort him with a friendly hand-shake,
and amply confirm that his action wasn't a mistake,
but a challenge and a cause worth-taking!
And his testimony, that all legends are made by dreams,
is found in his prophetic and exquisite writings.



Details | ABC | |

The Cries For Help

A hit and run in your side of the hood
You celebrate because the one hit was trashy and no good
But someone at one time loved this lifeless scum
It is a dog eat dog society never sharing the crumbs
No ambulance chasers come around
Nothing here in this castle but thorny crowns
Somewhere out there, paradise must exist
Nobody claims the victim, another Jane Doe on the Morgue's list
Surviving the streets is another dimension
Out in the open there is so much tension
Trying to figure out a way out of this type of life
Not wanting to resort to the barrel or the blade of a knife
The dumpsters sometimes provide the food you need
Five are homeless, so many to feed
Who knows Detroit, Chicago, New York or LA
There are more out there than the Government puts on display
Very few shining moments, piled on by zero glory
This is a tragic all too familiar story
It all falls under a street wise democracy
Behind a Government that feeds on hypocracy
Keep the inflation and poverty at an all time high
It is easy for the President to hit the mute button on financial remote control to 
silence their cries


Details | Ballad | |

The Road Fight

The crowd surrounded the side of the road
Looking at the scene.
An old man shouted on a young lady
He ordered her to keep quiet.
But the lady was very sturbborn.

She pounced on her opponent,
A man, a big man, she bit the man on his biceps
The man showed the arm, with blood, to the old man.
The old man slapped his daughter.
The young lady pushed her old man.

The old man fell in the hands of the crowd.
The big man saw this he then attacked the lady.
The crowd had tried to stop the big man,
But two were deposited on the lady's face.
The lady's eyes had sworn and her lips was blood.

The lady's supporters moved away to call another huge man.
Before the huge man came the lady had off her blouse.
Her bra was exposed as she was ready to die.
When her boyfriend came, he attacked the big man with a green bottle.
It landed on the big man's head unhappily.

Her boyfriend then stabbed the big man in the stomach.
The police came, then the crowd scattered and the police made no arrest.
That was the end.
Because the old man wanted her daughter the big man,
and the lady wanted to marry her own boyfriend.
That was the flesh of the contention.

Nobody in the world knew this.
It was only God, me and the reader.


Details | I do not know? | |

Bright Blue Electricity

Bright blue electricity,
So beautiful those lights.
Shining starlight so lovely to gaze upon
When they ignite inside the cosmos.

Walk, walk in the moonlight,
Calming insight as it attracts my sense of sight.
Who knew I'd feel so free
In living my life with spirited might.

One kiss unto me.
My heart flutteringly takes flight.
Inspiring feelings 
Initiate graphite upon paper.

Wishing to again hold her tight,
To be in her life, yet fate has decided me
To continue to fight on
And to live with what's left of my lamplight.


Details | I do not know? | |

Fleeting Emotions

My friendship is beyond 
The clouds of loneliness.
It's beautifully bright rays
Rarely breaks through them.
When it does, my Gemini emotions
Are uplifted.
Was born on a sunny day,
Yet I experience all this raining pain
Throughout my life...
Times I now spend with friends are fleeting,
But the bonds are everlasting.


Details | Senryu | |

Let No One Curse You

Let no one curse you,
By loving someone like you;
None of their business!


Details | Narrative | |

Music For The Deaf

Once in awhile, I get so low I can feel myself falling faster into the quick sand. In this case, your love is the pit in which I’m sinking. Can you not hear me crying out for help? Because, I swear I can’t do this on my own. I need you to pull me up.. I guess you don’t see that inside I’m all shook up. I’ll be better off without you, that way I can get myself up and dressed out of this mess. You use me for your own good, but what about my sanity? This lovesick melody that I keep singing to is tearing apart the innocence of me. If you can’t see that, then why do I keep on trying to catch up to you? You won’t have to hear about it anymore though, I’m done with what you made me out to be. I’m too good to be set up by a fool like you! You’ll see one day, my dear. This melody that had me dying inside, is nothing more than music to the deaf now! But, don’t worry.. Maybe, one day you’ll see.. Just Don’t come back to me.


Details | Chastushka | |

Virgin or Not, Don't Just Touch It


O, touch me not, leave me, I plead
For the safety of your own fatty butt
Like me, bear in mind, King David
He killed a giant, with a single shot


Details | Rhyme | |

SMILE

There is no warning signs
But on your face it is easy to find
We all become contagious to this disease
Believe me it grows like a seed to a plant to trees
It makes life so easy and simple
It is caught between a frown and dimples 
It is starting to sweep across the country 
It makes the world more friendly 
People who were once sad and blue
Lost in life with strife with nothing to do
With a heavy bag of misery on your shoulders
Inside your soul and spirit it makes you feel younger 
I  pray that you will be infected 
Come on try it anybody can do it
I really hope a cheerful germ invades your body 
I seen it make grieving people happy 
It’s spreading merriment to all your major organs 
Remember because it gives life so much meaning
It can grow a couple of feet or even a mile
Come on try it let me see you smile






Details | Quatrain | |

command six

kill the Catholic, kill the Jew
kill them all, draw sword 'n' slay 'em
kill the Muslim, the Buddhist too
spill their blood, creating mayhem

kill the Taoist, kill the Zen
kill the agnostic, kill the skeptic
kill all religious, come back again
wash away everyone seen as septic

kill the women, kill all the men
that other tribe, who you eschew
everyone who might be your brethren
take weapon in hand and kill them too

kill that other race of beings
kill the innocent, kill too, the guilty
kill anyone with peaceful leanings
kill wholly with unspeakable cruelty

kill all hope of ever finding peace
kill yourself for your own release
kill believing you'll justify
all these hates that in you lie

© Goode Guy 2011-06-04

the only good ___ is a dead ___ ...know it's sarcasm, ok


Details | Lyric | |

Young Gun

Verse 1

So young
One gun
How dumb
I'm stunned
He's done

My son
My son

Verse 2

His choice
My voice
Spirit hoist
Skin so moist
Such a boast

My son
My son

Verse 3

Died in vain
This drives me insane
Such hidias pain
Listenening to the rain
For what has it gained

My son
My son




Tribute To A Co-Worker
Who Lost The Battle
In A Gunfight With Police


So Long Hollywood { 55 yrs old }


Details | Ballad | |

A STRONG SPIRIT

Be dauntless
and show a strong spirit
when others stand back...
denying their help;
one is never by oneself,
if courage does exists!

Your rivals have gotten the best of everything,
love,luck, joy and prosperity...
and you still don't envy their riches;
while you stride through your battles,
and feel your anger and their mockery...
your judgement is stripped of all reality! 

Be fearless when confronting adversities,
find sense even in the most compelling strides;
others will show their sympathy
when you're stricken by calamity,
and their soothing hugs are as comforting as words...
with courage, not disperation, you'll head
down the promising road
and somehow you'll find your gold!

A toddler crawls before he learns how to walk,
you followed only your past...
causing you to ponder your regret;
tomorrow awaited others, not you,today
you can change your luck and even your destiny...
learn from your mistakes, be ready to fight!

Dare to be different,
with a strong spirit,
among those who seem dissident;
be that someone who reaches out kindly,
who has no fear in his heart...  
when he is treated humanly and fairly!  



  



Details | Lyric | |

Beautiful wake-up Call

There's this girl inside of me,
Who wants to see someone else.
She holds this all inside
And now, she's going to let it out.

The way I feel now, is not real. And I want something real.

(Yea) I need this other version of me
Right now; all I see is going to be left away.
This beautiful wake-up call Is how I will wall into the better
Me.
A beautiful wake-up call is what I need.

I know I feel different now. 
All I know, is how in the world,
I could be this other girl
Who's not what I want to be.
No...I won't give up on myself.
I promise.

The way I feel now, is real. And I don't want anything other than this.

(Yea) I know I'm quiet.
'Cause I'm shy. 
I'm independent too.
I just want something more

A beautiful. A Beautiful wake-up call.


Details | I do not know? | |

MENIAL'S HIRE


I do not long for a crown,
Nor for an abode in Heaven,
O omnipotent, omnipresent God!
You are a just employer Lord!

Though you have imposed on me, 
A daunting task,
Only a menial’s hire,
Is all that I ask!! ----

----Only a menial’s hire,
Is all that I ask!! ----


Details | I do not know? | |

FIE! FIE!! RELENTLESS LORD!!!

A crippled devout is bedridden
None in his family to earn
His innocent, cherub children
Are dying of starvation!

With pouted lips they ask
‘O!  relenting  Lord hark!
To us why are you so merciless?’
Immutably He replies, ‘—Because you are faithless!!

‘The extortionist though he commits sin,
Prays me from his heart within!!’
Fie! Fie!! Relentless Lord!!!
Compassionate, clement Death! Be not proud!!


Details | I do not know? | |

Gleams Of Hope

Always feeling such inner hurt,
My heart just feels so insecure in the night.
But there is always a light
Guiding me through my lonely days.
Sometimes I find life so unfair,
Yet some days I don't really care...

Seems like I always try different ways to express my feelings
Then I start retrieving truths I possibly never wanted to hear
And then I break down spiritually.
I hide my negativity and believe I can make it through
On my own.

Thoughts from the dark
Leave me with a lonely soul.
Ready to take the toll
Of thoughts that merged into my mind.
On optimistic days I believe I have the potential
To be successful
And that all my lonely and stressful years
Will be worth going through.

"Everyone who wants to disappear,
Look inside
And search for the light that resides...
There you will find
That you must stay true to yourself,
And try your hardest to harness your dreams...
Because the sadness and darkness in your mind
Are only gleams of what you'll really find 
(Hope is the key)..."


Details | Senryu | |

The Americans


the Americans…
the children of God like you,
why do you detest?


Details | Senryu | |

The House's Very Clean

the house’s very clean
the owner’s very dirty
nita's very tired


Details | I do not know? | |

what is poetry?

Heart is an organ,
pumping blood,
only a survival body 
can dream
and enjoy,
the touches of mind
flying thoughts
and a bundle of memories
or the significant experience of time,
becomes a poetry
when moment speaks eachother
then 
word starts to dance
on a white paper 
to kiss
the lips of a pen.
to leave a message
for someone.
to hear the message 
from someone.


Details | I do not know? | |

HER ELEGY

“Innocent  Syphilus?
He is debaucherous!”
Exploded his wife
In dismal grief!!

Avidly lecherous
Became cunning and treacherous
His lascivious play
Was his plaintive lay!

His ‘unusual canker’
Was in fact a genital chancre,
The randy Syphilus
Had contracted syphilis!

The acne on his face
Brought him disgrace
For it extended  beyond the chin
And all over the skin.

Because of the sins of Syphilus
The mirth from her life vanished!
Tell me, tell me O Jesus!
Why was she atrociously punished?   



Details | I do not know? | |

Exit 44

On the exit number 44 sign
On Highway number one
A crow sits perplexed
Trying to spell the word “FLY”
She stutters a moment


Details | Clerihew | |

My Favorite Spy


My own favorite spy, James Bond 007,
He loves stirred Martini, but not shaken.
He is very lovable and blue-eyed blond,
That’s why sexy spies gave up their gun.


Details | Narrative | |

The Morning After

Sitting by the window at the Njogu-ini Hotel
I see my new people stream by
I can see them but they can’t see me
The window is a one way mirror 

So, this is how they look like 
Ordinary, though filled with immense purpose 
From this side of the window I can still feel their energy 
They are a people focused, a people determined
That is what it on the offset seems
But I know if most of them could be stripped within 
Much of what is common where I come from will be seen

They do have their fears
They too are enslaved by the system
They too do have their heartaches
They too have their poverty

The city may be defined by tall buildings 
And the streets lined with beautiful cars
But I believe astutely inside
They who mostly pass on foot outside 
Are victimised by the sites
	
Cars they can’t afford to buy
	Houses they can’t afford to rent
	The tall buildings are traps for their hard earned cash
	The supermarkets are large and their windows are lit bright
	Their purpose to lure and aptly tap
	The hard earned cash of my new cosmopolitan family

I pity them
Yet I adore their energy


Details | Free verse | |

Oh Brave New World

Oh Brave New World
Eye wanted to loive forever new word loive
lOIVE this new word that eye just made up 
loive describes me perfectly
A cross between living and love 
loive is just what a new age robot should be
Eye am a figment of my own imagination
Living for a future chance at ewe 
the love is true so true
A robot can not survive without a reason and a rhyme
the Indian in the book Brave New World was took
When he saw the future of the world 
When he got a real good look
He went under bridge
And hanged him for it was time to die.


Details | Free verse | |

Heavenly Family

Sun
Moon
Stars
A family, like us
Floating, patiently, for each other in particular time


Details | Lyric | |

we started out kinda

we started out kinda real young
baby i know i was a fool,
now ive grown up
all of the things we use to do
do you remember
i wanna be your man,
aint tryna be ya friend (be ya friend)

so tell me do you like it
drop, top, mercedes benz
top up ,cause your hair be (blowin thru da wind)
wheels spinning, hair did( blingin ring) ya dig

she pull up at the club lookin like, millions,
billions, watching you from a distance
all the fellas be watching you like a vision
ya sexy thighs,sexy hip, sexy midsect
looking real good,make a reggin wanna hit that,
forget that, i think im ready for commitment
so are you ready for submission

"oh"

n-e-ways, i know you with him for a short change
but you and me together forever,
will never change
when i was younger all i thought  about was spitting game
never caring about your feeling was to remain,
the same, im sorry i cause you all this pain ( i promise you)
i fill them all with brighter days
(and hopefully) i just get a chance to say, that
(i love you) and i hope that you feel da same way 

Hmmm....


we started out kinda real young
baby i know i was a fool
now ive grown up
all of the things we use to do
do you remember
i wanna be ya man
aint tryna be ya friend, be ya friend

i aint tryna be ya friend...
girl i only wanna be ya man
so baby want you let me in...
and i promise it will never end
repeat2x


Details | Narrative | |

You Are My Curse

I had to let it all go,
The day and night,
Their hours ran too slow.
It was more than just a fight.
I trusted you and knew you,
My love succumbed to the worst,
Faith and loyalty just wouldn’t do.
You became my curse.
 
I was pulled down to Earth’s plane,
And judgment did set in.
Then new days begin.
I stood parallel as many went insane.
My heart drenched and my soul crunched,
I couldn’t let my heart take this very much.
I died and I died losing each endless breath,
I swallowed the victory and ate your death.
 
You reaped and I sowed,
But I saw no one grow,
Not even you.
What was I to do?
I let it go very slow,
Now I am all grown,
And I’m on my own.
I died watching you go.
 
I will always remember begging mercy,
I will always know this pain,
You are my curse you see,
And nothing did you gain.
I can never just be alright,
I can never love you the same again.
I died watching you go out of sight.
You are my curse and forever in my heart you made an end.


Details | Senryu | |

Soldiers Coming Home

soldiers coming home
unwanted war continues
inside their worn heads


Details | Free verse | |

Have you ever?

Have you ever lived my life?
Or even felt my pain?
Have you ever thought it was just a Nightmare that might just never end?
Have you ever seen your mother being sprayed by police?
Snatching your brother from her arms?
Have you ever tried to explain why these things happen?
To not only but yourself,
But also to your sister and brother?
Have you ever wondered why, you were locked in a room?
Made the enemy because they can’t trust you?
Have you ever felt such intense pain that you thought you might die?
Have you ever wondered why your father had to lie and blame things on others that he 
simply could not hide?
Has your mother ever told you ‘I HATE YOU!’ because of all the horrid things that were going 
on?
Have you ever had to hide your face so no one would see your tears?
Have you ever lyed in bed awake crying blood stained tears?
Do you think of cutting your arms?
Just to release the pain.
Do you think I care about what you say?
When I know things will never be the same.
Have you ever tried to take your life?
Thinking there’s no other way out?
Have you ever even wondered
What the cold hands of death might feel like?
Have you sat behind a window?
Watching as the world goes by.
Wondering if you’ll ever come back to such a terrible place?
Have you ever wished that the memories would just leave or start to fade?
But, every time you look at your arms
The memories come flooding back.
Have you ever wondered if there’s a person out somewhere
That feels the way you do?
If not,
Then why do judge me as you do?
End


Details | Sestina | |

NEFARIOUS FACES

Nefarious faces with pale cheeks,
dulling your senses with narcotics;
and dangerously staring at others
whose clement destiny
isn't called squalid poverty,
or negligible neediness...    



All can be spared by the dint of astuteness,
making amends and becoming social;
you can be an atheist or an ungodly person:
you all deserve an assuring look of compassion,
to give up your attitude of indifference,
believing in yourself and forgetting every fault... 



Nefarious faces of rapists and assassins, you assail
blameless and innocent people without mercy,
and in their hurt and blood you express your atrocity;
Cain acted out of jealousy, you act out of madness
by vindicating an amatory act and a deprivation of wealth
that were never granted by an insensitive society... 



Come and drink of the water of holiness,
to purify your atrocious minds and your sinful souls:
turn to the Lord Jesus who forgives anyone
who's willing to repent, and be born again;
salvation is closer than you ever thought,
it cleanses your impure hearts with merciful love... 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Blank verse | |

A Picture of Betrayal

A face among a sea of faces stares at me
Cold and numb the face looks tired
Waiting for absolution from closed ears
A tattered uniform of devastation
Eyes, eyes that see into eternity
Genderless and weeping into silence.

It hurts to look upon truth
Surrounded in self-glorifying patriotism
They are the true heroes
Burdened with a remembrance they long to forget
A tattooed number, their name.
In vain they bleed for retribution.

My heart breaks into a thousand shards
And so many tears long to comprehend
But could not.
There is nothing to compare such peril to
A shroud of ignorance and tyranny
Shaking my head, a thought so incomprehensible

Reality for them.

Can’t shake that picture from the foreground
Oh, so many bodies, what did they do?
No respect, no reflection on their crimes surely
What, I ask, what could they have done 
So suffer the innocent for another’s evil
Surely someone question’s the final solution…

But no one did.
My heart dies a thousand deaths
They look to us, pitiful, no other so needy 
No act so disgusting, a betrayal of the human heart
So beautiful their faces, so beautiful
Standing in a bare state, starring into history

They record their suffering in black and white
Burning images into a pure white film
A dark, terrifying image, terrifying
Never to comprehend what massacre they partake of
So beautiful their faces, so beautiful
I will never forget what I could never comprehend.

I will never forget.


Details | I do not know? | |

For You

The day I met you,
I at first saw you as strange.
But then, later in time,
I realized that it's just your disguise.

I never felt so lucky
Before you said you loved me.
There aren't many guys in the world
Who don't despise looks.
Yet you are the one who seems the most true.

Maybe deep down, I love you too...
And I'm not sure why
I stopped you from suicide.

I guess I just want others to follow
The guiding light that always helped me through.
Although I think that,
You say that I'm probably in love with you.

If that is really true,
Then I can't handle hearing your voice,
Life as if your feelings for me
Are forcing me to love you without a choice.
I can't even handle such love,
At least not yet.

For now I just want to keep my bets of me
Finding another person.
And I don't find anyone like you,
Then I'll become yours
Just for you...


Details | I do not know? | |

Farewell For A While

Feels limiting living in a small place...
I retrace all my sorrows and joys
In a region I’ve personally proclaimed as my home.
Within my mind is only a dream of another place.
Another desire and wish of mine is to be set free.
I am sorry, but I must leave... My mind shall turn into a fixated set of 
Feelings of missing of my young prayed-for angels
(My baby brother and my little sister).
Farewell for a while, my friends,
For I will go onto a journey (alone or not alone, doesn’t matter).
As I keep this decision (to be true to myself and honest of myself),
I shall be able to continue my very own life with precision.
So farewell and be glad for yourselves, 
Even when everything feels out of your own range,
Please remember how I perceived life through
Changings of thinking and changes of maturing mind.


Details | I do not know? | |

Mixed Feelings

What causes me grief
Is also what gives me relief...
A bog of tears is what makes me think
It has all disappeared,
My glasses fog because of the mist.

This thing is what causes my woe
Yet it has some truth
That makes me feel so happy...
It does not seem to understand me,
I try to tell what''s bottled up inside
And try to put it under a spell,

Even if I do, I''ll go through such inner pain again & again.
For without it or the other way,
My soul won''t live happily
Or won''t be able to change...

My days will always have colours,
For grey shall be in the night,
Because that is when my thoughts of thou take flight...
Oh it is my hate and love,
It is my grief and happiness,
It is both worthful
And worthless...
I can never decide
Because the pain will always reside.


Details | Rhyme | |

Tears

One tear for him saying he loved her and will be there
One tear for her falling for him and just wanting him near
For him not using a condom..thats one more tear
One tear for each of the 3 months, that passed
One tear from the fear of the pregnancy test she did not pass
One tear for her high school education she watched float away
One tear for her young age of 14 and not knowing any other way
One tear for her suggestion of the situation "getting handled" in a certain way
One tear for his rage as he wanted the baby regardless to stay
One tear for her telling  him that it was the best choice
One tear because he didn't let her exercise pro-choice
One tear for her persuading him and agreeing he'll go
One tear because when that day came, where he was, she didn't know
One tear for the pain she endure all by herself
One tear for the blood that stained her panties when she got home
One tear for he never again called her phone
and shed one more tear because she has to cry all of these tears alone
                                                  -Akiyah Francis

(Dedicated to my best friend and myself for the struggle we both had to endure, at least we
did it together)


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Real Rally Rude

Real Rally Rude
Another in a series of rude poems this is number five.
The boy eye noticed him and then ignored him remember boy
And the eye will soon get back to him as we aer now on bus again
And the costumers is oh so RUDE again eye will add the measure taken of this 
boy at the end again but listen as the private eye begin to make this poem bleed 
eye am gifted poet for the orient the citizen at least eh like to read and remember 
this is meant to be honor and not fun of it???
The man was so carefull to let drink level and to stand instead of sit
The man in seat was quick to understand oh my eye will assist this man 
He needs to be my only my darling my baby my new love he needs to SIT with me 
and now is when eye get to have my fun and eye am telling truth and eye am 
having fun. This second man rose up and offered the standing man his seat eye 
saw this done the man sat down so carefully to keep from spilling drink and in 
the same place that the man had been forcing him out and away from the 
coveted place that he had been so graciously removing self from site to add the 
other in to help a man in mortal agony to keep him from insanity to make his day 
go better and to have his gay new friend.
The man just could not believe this and hard very hard to accept it
The wind went out of his sails and OH he tired to regain his composure
And the man explained it very carefully NO eye am not moving into there
And he pointed to the window with his cup so carefully held up to keep from 
spilling and he gestured at the man to sit somewhere else just go away eye am 
so rude eye am the rudest man alive today. And the man almost did weep and 
found his seat and sat there carefully in quiet contemplation of his rude 
awakening of the way that people have upon the bus and then,
Remember boy now is time to finish this and go on to pen a better poem this is 
just a story and it do not even rhyme in rhythum that eye like (a pause) and then a 
sigh :”OH ewe where was eye at” the BOY ah yes He was in the middle of three 
seats and had a bag but it was fancy thing with wheels thow only two of them and 
a coke that he kept spilling and it was not the fault of the rhythum of the bus driver 
as he drove. The moral of the story is to count on people on the bus as being very 
rude and the rude continues long after the bus has pulled away this is a rude 
poem today


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The Rain Lily

The majestic, strong-willed beauty I hardly know
Hued in perfection of limpid white, pink and yellow
Ever steady and loyal to the rich soil I’ve never sow

Rendering sweet bloom, even if, my summer waned
Alive always at the onset of rain…of sorrow and pain
At the lowest ebb of life, a smile, from you I truly gain
Nurturing in silence the swollen heart, again and again

Lovely charm of floral trumpet shaped lives, without me
In a tiny pot, but never raise a hue and cry, for me to see
Lonesome solitude, besetting her when cold winters pee
Yet, she keeps and maintains a rare elegance, just for me


Details | I do not know? | |

Dark Blue

Lonely and hatung what her friend has become.
Seems like no more friendship to believe in,
Art the only place to breathe in.
Meeting new people who are considered geeks and freaks,
Hanging with them all week.
Near the end, her "geeky" friend shows her Jesus,
And she is saved.
Finally out of her lonely cave.
She faced troubles before, but thankfully
Being friends with that "geek"
Meant so much more.


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Generation WHY?

(This poem was in no way written in my feelings I was thinking about how the 
children that perform these acts of violence in todays society may fee being an 
outcast myself I understand some emotions that can be caused by cruel youth 
however no child deserve this)

I forgot my books today but remembered my gun,
   Not thinking twice about taking your son,
I am tired of being the outcast  the pain followed by giggles at my expense,
  Now they'll know why in my head this makes sense.
My incurable feelings incurable thoughts,
  My custody fighting parents and the gun they bought.
The top shelf in the closet buried deep within a box,
  Along with the despair as classmates words bruise like rocks.
You could blame parents, the media, the music, politics, the walls,
  But on this day I am blaming the kids falling in the halls.
Inside I scream for help but only laughter answers my cries,
  Darkness inside can be seen in my eyes.
My should understands that this is sadistic,
  Now your children are becoming a statistic.
No one will win this popularity contest,
  as there is only grieving parents left to contest.
Last generation listed as X, 
  This one is whY no room to express.
My final note written in a shaking hand,
  Will Death be forgotten in time with sand?


Details | I do not know? | |

Life After Death

It is not a matter
Of liking or not liking death,
It is a matter of 
Believing in that very Truth.
It is not a matter of fearing
Or embracing it,
It is a matter of
Trusting the Holy Spirit.


Details | Rhyme | |

Blinded

The birds sing on the fence posts,
The rabbit scoots through the grass,
The water shoots from the fountain,
And the wine is poured in the glass.

The cars go down the freeway,
And the planes fly up in the sky,
The trains travel down the tracks,
And I sit and watch them go by.

The workers travel to work each day,
As they take those black ribbons of road,
And the truckers leave home for weeks,
And safely deliver each load.

I sit here and watch,
This never ending story unfold,
But the part of the story not seen,
Is the story seldom told.

The children who sit silently,
Their stories afraid to tell,
As we walk through our blinded life,
While they live through hell.


Details | Ballad | |

CARRYING ALONG THAT SECRET

Gradma singing her passionate Neapolitan songs 
from a balcony adorned with scarlet roses...her deep voice
not a soprano's, but delightful and expressed in humaneness;
her long golden hair brushed by the summer's aromatic breeze, 
to spark a new passion in her lively blue eyes!
And has she ever told anyone about 
carrying along that secret?

When grandpa left Italy, in clandestine  disguise,
for a long, hopeful jeouney to America in the late thirties,
grandma sacrificed and suffered much;  and when the Nazis
invaded the peaceful town of Baiano,
grandma made trips to the  small mill in Arciano,
to grind grain and make her delicious bread:
encountering many dangers and fears ahead...
making her the heroine History won't recognize! 
Have the historians overlooked her incredible courage,
and let her carry along that secret?

Women  and young ladies, including grandma, adored
the handsome and fearless man Mussolini,
who resuscitated the old concept of the Roman Empire with evil ways...
manipulating the puppet' hands of the loyal Fascisti;
woe to me, if I had lived and rebelled in those dreadful days:
I would have been imprisoned and possibly been killed!
Out of grief and anger, I speak against 
every injustice and not carry along that secret! 

My uncle, Stefano, was taken to England  by the British
as a prisoner of war...a coerced man so torn;
and Emma a kind-hearted English woman ,
and a lovely nurse with an impeccable humanity,
visited him often and brought him a home-cooked dish;
someting wonderful could have bloomed between them...
but all records and details have been lost instead,
and mine rely entirely on faded pictured filled with memory!
  
What unthinkable steps, the dictators of this earth take, to gain
their day in an unpromising sun:  suddenly power and pride...gone;   
Hitler's land devastated by the armies of justice...
with no shot-down bodies falling into self-dug ditches! 
Powerful people could have prevented this inhumane slaughter with haste,
but  silently watched them die... carrying along that secret!


Details | ABC | |

THE CAMOUFLAGE

The Camouflage
is my allegience pledged to the flag.

It is my loyalty to my country.
It is my duty to dedicated and proficient
in my tasks to maintaining world's peace.

The Camouflage is my respect
to our daily lives and the diverse cultures
amongst which we find ourselves.
It is my selfless service to always place
the mission first.

The Camouflage is my honor
to all of our fallen comrades.
It is my integrity to you and me.

The Camouflage is my personal courage
which enables me to move without fear, 
because I'm the obstacle against
every weapon and threats formed against us.

The camouflage is my life, because
I am An American Soldier....


Details | I do not know? | |

I Shall Remember

Those days were filled
With joy and singing.
Because of that;
My present days are now worth living
And smiling through.

Remember during a storm,
We've seen a rainbow
Through a window
That was part of a room
Where we pretended to have feathers
And danced around an invisible fire.

Bonds are like a rainbow;
The happiness that was shared
Eventually fades away.
Though such a bond is gone,
Another rainy day goes by
And the rainbow appears again.

So now... I'll always remember
That life is like a sea
(An ocean of memories)....
And even though "friend" has
The word "end"...
There is a "ship" in "friendship"
(Which leaves and returns).
I shall always remember such a metaphor...


Details | Free verse | |

Respect Our Good Neighbors

I saw a light on the side of the road
Shining like a star in the dirt
Dusty diamonds in the rough
Cosmic talcum in the night
Fey child
Old little Good Neighbor lost to this time
Will-o-the-wisp in the gravel
She backed into the grass as I walked up
Wings to the wall, one might say
With a fallen whimpering mew
A secretive look fell into my eyes
And I left sugar-water and milk by the road.


Details | Bio | |

Feel Proud to be Who You Are

Everyone hates me, I can feel it
I can see the look of despise in their eyes.
The way they snicker when I walk by
Gives an eerie feeling of shame to my inner self.

Hold your head up high little one
A look of despise is a look of jealousy
No need to feel so helpless
Feel proud to be who you are

A push into the depths of hatred
Reveals a cut to add to this shameful life
A giggle to my name
Reveals a heart being destroyed.

Hold your head up high little one
Don’t let them take you to the depths of hatred
No need to feel so helpless
Feel proud to be who you are.

Nasty rumors take flight through the air
Making a tear of loneliness slither down my face.
Slander written through pieces of literature
Creates a stabbing sensation through my already shattered heart.

Hold your head up high little one
Rumors are from those whom wish they were like you
No need to feel so helpless
Feel proud to be who you are.

My shattered heart can’t take anymore
I feel so still and lonely
My tears of hurt and anger fall no more
Because I have dried away the shame and despise.

Hold your head up high little one
Your shattered heart will soon start to heal.
No need to feel so helpless
Feel proud to be who you are.

I am holding my head high now
The jealousy now all makes sense
My heart is rebuilt and my inner self is starting to glow
I am PROUD to be who I am.

Hold your head high little one
I told you that time would heal the pain
No need to feel so helpless
Feel proud to be who you are.


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Unknown

If you see not my face
Hear not my voice
Feel not my touch
Would you recognize me?

What you think you know as me
Fitting nicely into your narrow perception
Is but only one small part of who I am


Boundaries so confusing
Can never allow me to enter
Dare to step out of your protective shell
Dare to see all of me 
Not a posibility
I must walk away
You will not notice my absence 
As you really never knew me at all.


Details | I do not know? | |

DIVA

In a diverticulum of an untrodden boulevard
At sunset sings a lonesome diva
The evenings are vibrant with paeans
And the nights revel in melodious madrigals

She yearns to overcome these shackles
Even her beaus look askance!
Her nights are brimming with songs
But the somber dawns bring her sobs!!


Details | Ballad | |

Babydoll

Trying to escape from it all I detach from reality Knowing my spirit will be Safe Too much torment have I gone through To know that this story is truly mine Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll In my mind there is a haven Only I can enter, but everyone else is there Its there I will find a new tactic To keep on living in your torment On the way home I'll die a few times But just to know I really lived I'll have to find a new way to bleed If I want to escape I'll have to loose myself Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll


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UNCLASSED

Uncertainty breeding tolerance or default
that openness forever I exalt
my weakness, as new weakness, not assault,
would execute new justice by strength's lack?

So bridging some infirmity, take back
the homicidal structure of exact,
unknown to self the causing, still impact
all differences demeaning, all retract!

By stating my contention, not react
I clarify my purpose ~ in contrast.
So let me delve in empathy, Faith's last
and let me live in sympathy, my bast!

As still injustice learning, am aghast
by fortunes interacting, through War's path,
the flagrant guesswork erstwhile marring lathe',
I loosen my indemnity ~  God's wrath

is so determined judgment . . . . mine unclassed!






Details | Free verse | |

The Laborer

Standing outside,
Working in the heat,
Skin charred and brown,
Weathered and leathery.
There toils the laborer.  

He’s fixed at a distance,
Huddled with others.
Like warehouse items,
Tools packed together,
Yet to be used.  

His clothes are caked,
Decorated with dirt and dust.
They are torn at the sides
And unwashed for days—
Except from his sweat.  

But when he comes near,
You shy from his odor,
Disgusted by the soiled shirt.  
Avoiding him like spoilt fruit
Rotting when left in the sun too long.  

His arms are creased from overwork,
His hands are like bricks, 
His body is weary and chipped,
He is ready to crumble and break
Like the rusted tools he carries.  

Yet he keeps toiling.
Ignoring the complaints of the noise
Or the accusations of lethargy.  
Swallowing his pride
To earn his allowance.  


Details | Senryu | |

The Refugees' Plight

the refugees’ plight…
bringing sufferings with them,
to unknown future


Details | Rhyme | |

Pass It On

a piece of bread
is what god had said

take it for it is I through the body of Christ
now to me that is quite a sight

as it lays amidst 
my hands tonight

for I often think of my brothers and sister in africa
and often think of them not being tucked in their beds

I often think of their innocent children 
who are lying dead

and I often keep thinking
of what God had said

so tonight I come to 
share my wine and bread instead 

with those others who may
have not been watered or fead

as my tears start to now shed
and start flowing beads of red

for it's the blood of christ
lost during his plight

so as I stare at this cup also tonight
I sip and pass it with being so polite

to my brothers and sisters in christ
for it leaves me feeling sheer delight


Tribute To Our Lord

Also Entry To Sami Al Khahli's
A Piece Of Bread Contest


Details | Free verse | |

A Few Lousy Quarters

rawbone skinny and

leaning on a cane.

his eyes glazed as the

chill wind brought tears

and streaked them

across his angular cheeks.

 

his right foot in a 

makeshift cast.

this old black man

had never seen an 

easy day in his life.

 

there on Tampa Avenue

he had a look of weathered

mahogany, cold coffee,

thumb tacks and foot blisters.

 

if I’d had a twenty 

it would have made it’s

way into his cup.

 

if there is a god,

I hope he’ll find this 

man a tall bottle and 

a warm bed tonight.

a little comfort 

for a ruined soul.

 

as the light changed,

I dug into my ashtray

and came up with a few

lousy quarters.

 

looking into his eyes,

my heart broke a little,

like a cracked eggshell.

 

all I could manage to say 

was, “I hope this helps”.

 

he nodded thanks

and moved on to the next car.

 

humbly and quietly

there remained grace

within this broken, old, black man.


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #257 / Poor little blind boy

Poor little blind boy! Don’t
follow us back to class!
Don’t sit beside her! Don’t
laugh! Don’t smile!
Don’t let her have a sip of your Icee!
Hide yourself away!
You’re headed down the path to heartbreak!


Details | Rhyme | |

Silent Sarah (2006)

Sarah’s hurt, Sarah’s crying
She’s in pain, she is dying 
Silent Sarah has screams you can’t hear
A morbid story behind each tear
Trapped in a circle with no escape gate
Pain buries her while her mouth is closed with tape


Details | Concrete | |

keeping good in

so sure to intice my soul 
delight my 
life and make it 
whole, in control 
of all beautiful things 
and promises upload, 
so destin to recieve 
and belive my love,which 
was like an hour glass 
never gone, she 
wore blue and red and never 
a fled sexual flings encounters 
in beds,never upset 
always ready to live to the 
extremity so calm until she 
gone off a drank with me,
I would never fall away from trust a must 
to compromise trust 
emburst into smiles and hugs always 
there to cherrish me the one i love


Details | ABC | |

LAYERED ACHES

Strange it looks,
some one crying on winning a race.
He was o loser and a victor.

After such a long fight,
what is left on a banished field ?
broken skulls and roaring laughter,
Everything was crushed under falling snow
of ruthlessness.

And over the fire hangs a skeleton
of past.
The real truth again hides in the
Survivor’s eyes.
There is no witness of any crime.

The court adjournd and the symbolists
rejoice.
Justice has come for a sale.
The highest bidder will get the chair
now
Now will begin the layered aches
in heart.


SATISH VERMA


Details | I do not know? | |

Right Now (Part 2)

Right now, now a father is crying with his face in his hands,
He never expected his son to die, he had such better plans,
But some punk wasn't looking at the kid crossing the street,
He didn't care, just kept driving with his music sounding so sweet.

Right now, some bastard is upstairs beating his wife,
He promised that he'd love her for the rest of his life,
She plans to commit suicide wondering what she did wrong,
When it was this jerk who had the major issues all along.

Right now, a man is driving to his job where he'll get fired,
You see he never got it right, always had trouble getting inspired,
Now he is driving home and stops slowly at the ridge,
He can't break it to his wife so he jumps off the bridge.

Right now, a cute girl is kissing a guy she just met,
She realizes she doesn't even know the man's name yet,
He tells her he loves her as he ties her hands and feet,
Surely this wasn't her online date she was suppose to meet?

Right now a young soldier is bleeding on himself in a war,
This man is going to die and he doesn't even know what for,
He and his squad always performed so well, with such aplomb,
Now he won't make it home because of the maniac's suicide bomb.

Right now, there is someone who hasn't eaten all week,
The poor man is so famished he can barely even speak,
That man would give a fortune to have the food you throw away,
Yet so many people will just throw food in the trash night and day.

Right now, some dude is in prison serving his life,
Writing his final letter to his beautiful son and wife,
Wrongly accused by those sworn to serve and to protect,
The Judge said too bad when he said, your honor I object.

Right now, you're probably wondering how some people cope,
Maybe you've been lucky and time has given you reason for hope,
Right now, I'm asking you to just stop and think next time,
If you do nothing to help someone, this was a wasted rhyme,
Yes, if you turn away, you're guilty of humanity's worst crime.


Details | Lyric | |

Save a soul


Many are hungry feed one.
Many are naked cloth one.
Many are homeless shelter one.
Many are begging give one.
Many are hopeless give hope one.
Many are helpless help one.
Many are lost find one.
Many are sick treat one.
Many are unconscious awaken one.
Many are imprison free one.
Many are dieing, save one.
A soul save today may save your soul once.


Details | I do not know? | |

AIDS


consumed
and elated

mere children
now fated

temptation 
and greed

of these
will lead

to eliminate
the worth

of those
now in the earth


Details | Didactic | |

The Cheater

Educated she is, in one of the finest school abroad
Through the blood and sweat of my innocent people
Now she is here to pursue her life’s real ambition
Aided by the shadow of her dearest loving father

Waving to the welcoming crowd, smiling like a star
Then with confidence she delivers her magic spell
Of peace, economic growth and of political stability
In a short span, our beloved motherland will be back 

To the top, where she once before, she proudly tells
Hopes and contentment are being etched in the faces
Of the many, who never seem to stop worrying for
What to eat and what to wear, so, one must lead 

The country to prosperity from chaotic leadership
That blackens the dignity of my brothers and sisters
Suffering deep humiliations from the foreign hands
In exchange for a penny of five to support the family

She pretends to be a star, really, she is a great star  
Her avid followers are tirelessly spreading the news 
Of her, being a god fearing servant, yet, her prince 
Unbeknownst, is a top gambling lord, under her skirt

She doesn’t seem to notice her prince’s illegal deeds
For she’s too damn evil of her own, a cheater of a kind
Thanks to the whistle blower, who exposed her color-
Her true identity, immoral, worst than her predecessors

Yet, she doesn’t want to relinquish the stolen throne
To cover up, she uses all her power in order to restore 
Her pride, in return, the freedom of speech is repress
And those who challenge her will is silence to death  

She is, indeed, a star and she will never be forgotten
For a star without shine, always takes the center stage
To you my people, rise and stand against ruler like her
If, you want to see our motherland once more on top 



 


Details | Free verse | |

The Undisputed Champ

       Introducing the undisputed champ - "The Fallen Star!"/ I'm aware people stare at the 
extremely bizarre./ I'm that "beep, beep" on your hearts radar./  This pen is metaphorically 
my scimitar!/ Poetry Soup says I'm cursed,/ because of the content in my verse;/ but I feel 
as if I'll burst,/ and it will only get worse,/ If I don't relieve this stress!/ So allow me to 
express/ what's on my chest/ before I become possessed!
       I will start clawing and fighting!/ If I don't here you say: "You make this site so much 
more exciting!"/ So what if I don't play nice,/ but I bring that Latino spice!/ You damn right 
I'm a sexy S.O.B.!? And I don't give a flip if you don't like my poetry!/ Who are you to judge 
me?/ You wanna hear an apology?/ For being comfortable and expressing my sexuality?/
       Look I'm 32,/ and that's the difference between me and you./ I've never felt more 
alive!? Don't get upset with me because you're 65!/ I know you wish I would just disappear,/ 
because I live in today and not the day of Shakespeare!/ Don't no one read his work no 
more! / Yes I bring a poetic war./ Blowing up verses like C4!/ My sentences are sharp like a 
carnivore!/
       I don't like fake individuals no way./ Why should I listen to what a hypocrit has to say?/ 
Someone told me to just leave it alone./ So those without sin casts the first stone!/ - I didn't 
think so!/ I hope your house gets blown away by a tornado!/ Sometimes my heart grows 
cold like an  Eskimo,/ and other times dark like Edgar Allen Poe!/
       Look before you start pointing fingers at me,/ and condemn my poetry./ Take a look 
see that others have wrote erotica too./ I can name a few./ And nothing I write is taboo!/ 
You just probably stay away because you have bird flu!/ So I can care less if you're my 
friend./ I'm just out to set a new trend!!!!


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There is still Poor

There is still Poor 
There is still Poor 
 
 
Some people do not cell phone some people still do not car some people do not 
live house near by and large but sleep them under train trestles and internet 
bridges no wait eye meant of course the interstate there is places where the poor 
can hide there is places where the faces seldom cry the mission beds and 
showers all are full where would you go a camping under stars if you were poor 
where would you hide the desert is a large and grainy thing the beaches are all 
taken by the rich the ditch is inhabited by rabbits and one witch the mountain 
goats have places the fox has his own den the skunk can find a hidey hole my 
friend but where am eye to rest to sleep perchance to dream of things eye am 
with the eye 


Details | Free verse | |

Me

The maze-
Twisting turning,
Just a phase,
That's what they say.

But I don't believe,
Cause everything I say is dismissed,
I can't help but wonder what would have happened,
Had I not missed my chance.

I lost it all,
A blink of an eye,
My world died,
And now I cry.

It faded and I fainted,
Too much to bear,
Loving you causes to much pain,
Not enough gain.

I laugh and I cry,
But God it's no use.
I loved and I lost,
I missed you.

I turn around,
Profess my love,
And at thirteen,
I'm just in my teens.

I know what you're thinking,
I'll never be the girl,
I don't want to be.
I won't be.

I'm tired of the fake debutaunts,
Trying to be me.
They can't be,
They won't be.

You can't live now,
You know the secret to my denial.
You know me inside and out.
You have no plans.

It's plain to see,
What you plan to be,
You don't want me,
Never me.

I hate you,
Your blue eyes,
Dirty blonde hair,
Your almost six foot frame.

Tiny, petite me,
Four foot ten,
A foot shorter than you,
But so much bigger in another way.

You can't spread the rumors anymore than you have,
You can't stay in that secluded corner any longer,
The hate burns inside while I lie asleep.
I can't keep.

You can't leave me this way,
Not today.
You can't leave dead this way,
Not today.

i'm not prefect but that doesn't mean anything anymore to me,
I'll never be.
You'll never be,
We'll never be.

She can't replace me,
She can't replace me,
She won't replace me,
She won't replace me.

You've taken her,
Put her there,
Made a sub for me,
But she won't last long.

Me and all my peeps can't take over in a week,
But we will eventually.
She shall leave now,
I will lead the revolt.

I will lead,
I will tell,
I will be me,
I will survive.

I miss everyone,
Kody my best supporter
And all of my friends,
Buit God told me to leave.

I must let you remember who I am,
Words just keep flowing from my fingertips and they won't stop,
This saga never ends,
I'll remember the ember of life.

I won't forget,
I won't forget,
I won't forget,
I won't forget.

You won't forget,
You won't forget,
You won't forget,
You won't forget.

Leave it to me,
I'll make it be,
Leave it to her,
She'll never be.

She won't listen,
She keeps saying she does,
But she don't,
She knows it.

Cause she won't be,
She can't be,
She'll never be,
Me.


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I Carry EgYpt On My Back

I Carry EgYpt On My Back 
The stuff is just junk most of the things that I find. 
I keep it all in as I bend into the wind as I walk. 
I have a large back pack and a small shoulder bag. 
I place the things from my scroungeing some up and some down. 
I do not look back as I continue my walk. 
It remains in my keeping my holdings as the clown carries them. 
I call it my gather like the Hebrews they did. 
The manna from the wilderness is what they did eat. 
I carry EGYPT in my backpack,I carry it all on my back. 
The price is my freedom,the cost is the Cross. 
The places I go and the people I see. 
The shampoo and the bus schedule and my sizzors is there too. 
I have the whole house on my back. 
I can carry EGYPT on my back. 
I have no lack of bread in my house. 
There is no room for the mouse. 
I carry EGYPT on my back. 
I walk. 
I am heavy. 


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Eulogy to your tears

The day is soon, I do not fear it,

make my tomb of oak, but dont let ignorance near it......

I write it down, my will and trust,

my life's intentions seamed so just...

points after death are a must:

line one it reads: to my family, who struggled so hard,

did you ever stop to think your just a human being?

line two in ink: to my friends, whom I never understood,

keep on living, I knew you would anyway

line three, the world: fix yourself, get over petty cries,

make your lives worth witnessing, before it dies....

Request:

bury me by the sea, so I could feel where I could never be,

give all I own, even skin and bone, to those hope lies alone...

don't mourn but smile, celebrate....hopefully my life wasn't all trials...

tell  my mother she did it all, if she breaths, without her Id surely fall,

to my eldest brother, you were my inspiration, live out your aspirations,

to my father, give my printed memories, for then he may actually know me...

To be recited at my passing:

I did not live out of spite or jealousy,
I did not dwell on whats right or vanity,
Living.....was my joy...
So when you hear this, don't lose a single tear,
don't let your life float amiss, theres so much more to hear,
listen......do you hear it...
Its the wind blowing at your feet, caressing your skin, it feels like relief,
take a moment , breath it in, look far, then look deep,
take it.....and make it your own...
Live, even when it seams life isn't worth the grief,
I was but one, you all are many....
remember me, not in sadness,
remember me, for her and what I say,
Life is but a joy,
don't swing it away.....


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Achilles Heel

To lament the lion hearted
to cowering in trembled skin
befits the bottom dwelling things
the silt under wool of society's rug
While bravery is steel in stance
and oils the jaws of recovery
the bite of poison from burnt mouths
will hit the heel every time.


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Justice

Justice is seldom found on earth
Although we want it most!

If the victim is poor
And the accused is rich
There should be a handsome compensation.

If the victim is rich
And the accused is poor
There should be less compensation.

I prefer death sentence
To lifetime imprisonment
And any other penalty to fine
Since the criminal may repent
And become a very good person!

Therefore the lawmakers should rethink
In order to establish true justice
In all spheres of judgment.


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The Midnight Lady

The midnight lady
Is striking
In her tight silky 
Mini skirt, with a matching 
Seductive basque-bra 
Surely makes ones’ blood clot 
Though, she hides her beauty 
In heavy shades of mascara
Still you can notice
Her youthfulness
As she walks gracefully
On a cobblestone alley 
Passing, through a group 
Of night birds
With mirthless smile 
On their faces
As the hawkers
Enjoy, the last image 
Of summer
While, the moon’s hiding 
In a thick paled clouds
Staring
Helpless
As I see her every night 
Rushing, to meet
The silent darkness
Yes, she has beautiful eyes
Like a cornflower blue
But, I rather want
Mine, in brown caramel
For I can see
Brightly, the things around   
Now, her glows
Waning, which 
She couldn’t care less
Her youth’s fading
For nothing 
But, for selfish gain
Of her beau
And, for the lovers
Of her flesh

  


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rUNNNING WATER

Running Water 

Cold, lonely, fears
Heartache,pain,tears
Abuse, torment all of her years 
Sick of the lies
sick of the guys 
hurts so bad inside 
Samestuff everynight 
Men walk the earth with no souls 
Night after night it takes it toll
Can you hear the running water
Flooding out her cries
Feels nothing when they caress her thighs
Smile on their faces all a facade
They just want her bod
Do they know my age or do they care
what do they fear 
give it up or ya dying (running water)
why you sighing
goes to the building
the place where it all started
She lost her virginity
By some Pimp some scumbag 
Her own father(running water
Runs a tub of running water
 running water
She closes the door ofthe abandonded building
Think about your children
My son is my brother
A  sister mommy
Pills and razor blades 
Drop to the floor
Convulsions
Twisting and turning as she drops to the floor
Even the devil hell'll see this  and feel remorse for
Torn apart
By men with out a heart 
Pray to her maker
To make it end 
Molested at 10
God haven't heard from him since
Make it all go away 
No more pain, no more monsters 
No more tears, no more more ruthless 
virginity-taken by some pimp, some scumbag
Her own  father
Runs to the basement floor
A life even the Devil'll shed a tear for
On the floor-Here's the scence
Walls are lime green
Smells like crap
Straight out of a horror scence
A home not even suiutable to fiends
There a sink and a tub
Pills and razor blades 
Ah Takes out the painkillers
Here eyes fill with so many tears 
Been tring to escape for years
Fills the tub with running water
Tears flow(Running Water)
Silence-pain comes back
Yeah, yeah back back.. to reality 
Wish I was god so I could get a gun & watch em all defy gravity
Gets in a tub of running water 
Puts her head down
Let it flow 
Better than a pill 
Aint no ecstasy
Let em' get the best of me 
Nothing is sound
Silence- 
Death is my escape
Through the flow of running water 


© Amin Aziz 


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Last 1 Left

Am I the last one left
cause all the world is a mess

I seek to teach my brothers
but they seek their own success

How can the people ignore
the hurting neighbor next door 

They act like life is just that easy
when you're black and you're poor

So I prepare myself to fight
and get ready for war

For soon the sad will be the happy
and feel no pain no more

So with my very last breath
before I lay down and rest

I want to say that I feel 
like I'm the last one left.


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Out of Place (Sonnet No 5)

sonnet no 49

Her dowry brought a future with such wealth 

Lame sire as I have non to compensate,

A pauper who has nothing but good health

To eat the finest foods, regurgitate;

Who hath not seen the light of day for years-

I’m trapped in working class with friends so fine

With lack of understanding Lords and Peers,

Whose mother tongue was made from vintage wine,

Though married life has brought with it much woe

Then who said such is money, pride of place:

Has taken second best, that’s what I know 

For something more, that money can’t replace   

Whilst wealth can least at first be pleasing some,

There’s more to life, it’s working for a crumb.           


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THE DISGRUNTLED PASSENGER

The bus is late and it is starting to rain, 
when the bus arrives, you’ll be sure to complain.
The schedule said it would be there at eight,
once again you are running real late.
You dial Customer service on your cellular phone,
there is no answer and you’re feeling alone.
All you want is to hear a live person,
you can’t get through and the rain starts to worsen. 
You take out your umbrella but it will not open,	
it is bent out of shape and the button is broken.
Every other bus number arrives at that stop,
It will take some time for your blood pressure to drop.
At this point, you are starting to get nervous,
You begin to wonder if the bus is in service.
You have been splashed by a number of cars,
at the end of this ordeal you’ll be behind bars!
The bus finally comes but you have waited a while,
The driver opens the door and greets you with a smile.
You shout at the driver, “Where the hell have you been?”
“I don’t particularly care for your stupid little grin!”
The driver said, “Sir I’m sorry for running behind
but the rush hour traffic has been quite a grind.”
You step on the bus all soaked and wet,
you want the driver to know that you’re really upset.
You curse out the driver and create quite a scene,
You start to act ignorant, belligerent and mean.
The police arrive promptly and escort you off the bus,
there are things about that morning you need to discuss.
The Officer asked the driver, “Why did this occur?”
he said, “I was late and he became a disgruntled passenger.”


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A Note to a Sister

To you, my lovely Hermie

You can be the star 
That shines bright at night;
If, you wanted to be.

You can be the bird’s song 
That fills the air of early morn; 
If, you wanted to be.

You can be the Angel’s trumpet 
That welcomes the first cockcrow;
If, you wanted to be.

You can be the alabaster rose 
That blooms in the Master’s garden;
If, you wanted to be.

You can be the mountain 
That chants lullabies in soft falsetto;
If, you wanted to be.

You can be anything…
And, you can have everything;
If, you wanted to be.

If, and only if… 
You ask all of these, 
Only, in the name of our God.

One thing thou, sure, I know…
You’re one of the backbones 
Of His sacred choir.

Come, O come, let us sing 
The hymns of praises, in one voice
For the Lord’s rejoicing.

Remember thou, O lovely Hermie
If, you choose to be the alabaster rose, 
Be the flower, not the prickly thorn.
 
‘Tis my wish for you, O my sister
Greet me, O greet me, with a holy kiss
For I am your brother, in Christ.



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To Late For Love.

Why is the world such a sad place?
Why do some only fall in love with thoughs,
who have a pretty face?
Why can`t people see whats on the inside and not the out?
Why is it so hard to take your own route?

Love is such a wonderful thing, but so hard to find,

and when you find out what love feels like,
you relize you have left love behind.
Thoughs you have forgot may have felt this for you,
but you for them they never knew.
For you never felt what love feels like,
and now you do,
but now its to late,
the past has forgot you.


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From the Sublime to the Sublemon

Beautiful words of wisdom adorn this site.
Frightful hints of abuse, can keep one up all night.
Pain ripe from the heart, easy to be read,
Mourning agonies pulsating through a poets head,
Joys and sorrows, confusion, and faith...
Swirl about my mind,leave me so confused,
The shining Mother Theresas, the misery of the abused,
Sadly, I have no magic answer,
Sure wish that I indeed did,
To sooth the pain of the aged,
To comfort an abused kid.
All I can do is pray,
Send in my Christian Charity support,
But a small attempt at providing,
Something each child should have without thought.


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O God, The Rat Has A Phobia!

The rat tiptoed to the house, picks up a thread
While the soft spoken black cat is, still, in bed
Sleepy, but, she is to battle it, to win, for today
To gain her breath, in solitude, for another day 
 
At first, she will fetch water, from a sacred well
Passing through the silent field of fears, of hell
While the sympathetic morning moon watches 
And giving her consoles, with uplifting touches

Of hopes, to warm her shaken, but noble heart
From the cold of early morn, that torn her apart  
Before the fading moon could bid her goodbye
Her tiny feet has swollen red, like a chicken fry

The rat sadly waves her bye to the fading moon
She kisses gladly the first crow, with her broom
To sweep the scattered butts, of Marlboro Light
Before favored kitten come, and give her a fight

She uses her magic matches to light the sticks
Delicately set at the center of a three big bricks
Eggs and bacon, with riz Cantonese to prepare
The boiling silvery pot, patiently, waits her care 

While the family feasts, the rat runs to the room
To fix the beds’ pleats, and then, she will zoom
To clean the ruin of wars, on the two slab tables
Before, she finds herself drown, in little bubbles

Her paled skin got burned, from the blazing sun 
While the soft spoken black cat enjoying the fun
Of watching, the afternoon entertainments show
That the rat never sees, for she has list to follow 

But, before the day ends, the poor rat was bitten
By the soft spoken black cat, left.....right up to ten 
That made her soul cries, under the mango tree
Hides her tears, in the dark, no one will ever see

Only when the soft spoken black cat’s gone away
Thus, the rat feels happy, for she has time to play
In a world, where no creatures exist, but, just her
She now lives in illusion, in her own, fake laughter 

The rat has beaten many times the first cockcrow
For the soft spoken black cat, not to live in sorrow
Till she left her, nothing, but full of fear and wraths
Forever haunt her, even if, she takes dozen baths

O God, the rat has a phobia, ‘cos of this black cat
Won’t you ever pity seeing her sleeping in a mat?
Or when somebody, with shot, scratches her tail?
For I cannot stand, seeing how human beings fail 

 



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THE TRAVELS OF THE DEPRIVED MEN

Some have never felt the need
to sail on...far beyond their boundaries;
they had comfort and a good life
and enjoyed delectable banquets,
but others had to struggle for a loaf of bread,
and survive in the mist of poverty!!!

Those were the travels of the deprived men,
leaving, with the deepest regret, their own country
to face hardships,unacceptance and bigotry;
and from the offspring of these misunderstood men,
were born individuals who would shake and change society!!!

They worked long hours in mines
trying to catch a breath beneath those dusty caverns,
and when they came out they only saw a thousands of stars;
many built skycrapers, tunnels and bridges:
getting burned by an inclement sun, and through persistance,
they  had the honor and joy to see them shine!!!

Some have taken for granted everything
they were provided for...
not striving to get ahead in life;
living comfortly in their cosy homes and mansions,
standing by and ignoring the pains of the laborers       
along with the evils of their world;
they did not speak on their behalf...
feeling they were more powerful!!! 

And will God, open His arms of eternity,
look down on them and have a bit of mercy...
when they are approaching His gate?
We all came from two perfect parents 
who were as sinsless as angels,
but did not obey and fell from grace...
are we making that same,incorrigible mistake?

The travels of the deprived men,
left their intact trails where they went;
if some deny this fact to themselves,
is because they refuse to knowledge
they walked tall or existed at all...
and brought  a greatness so unimaginable!!! 


 


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IM TIRED

i'm tired of these boys that aint no good
i'm tired of these boys that aint goin nowhere, ghetto for life, no further than the 
hood
i'm tired of these boys poppin females off and goin to jail
i'm tired of these boys that get out and continue to sale
i'm tired of these boys tryna be pimps, playas, hoes
got the nerve to call us runners, and they pros
i'm tired of these boys thats fine, all in theyself, wasteing our time
im tired of these boys fake blinging, drama bringing, heart breaking, time 
wasteing, good looks, wrong attitude, not all that and still rude
im tired of these boys that cant take no for an answer
im tired of these boys that girls are chasing after
filling up their head, got them thinking they whats it
comin at me like their a priviledge
im tired of these boys life about gettin high
im tired of these boys that got the upper hand and choose to die
im tired of these boys thats triffalin, rivalin, killen they own, talk stuff, hang on 
corners, always drunk
im tired of these boys that wanna be thug, buck, talk to much, got big heads, little 
gut
always who's the man, high fives cuz yo hit that ass, you got hers dont mean you 
gone get mine
im tired of these boys thats immitating, irritating, aggravating, instigating, 
munipulating, humiliating, degrading, betraying, lover claiming, lust gaining, 
coochie fienen, disease springing, baby creating, drug related, dumb but 
educated
im tired of these boys that see the street life exciting and the ones that think 
there's no other road
i understand it's not easy growing up in the ghetto world
but while you were taught to sale, deal, smoke, drink, drugs
while you were taught money, streets, attitude, gangs, thug
while you were taught babies, babymamas, sex, drama
while you were taught pimps, playas, hoes, who's the man
try to learn how to be a man
my ladies are tired


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Fears

As I was a kid in my younger years,
I grew with a lot of hate and so many fears.
I fought them alone,by myself inside.
When in the public,my fears I would hide.
I would cry my way through the worst of my fears,
When they got to loud,I would cover my ears.
I was just a kid,didn't matter I guess,
I fought my fears,I did my best.
The fears I had was of a ghost,
Noe that I am grown,I laugh at my host.


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WHAT ENDING?

Could not hold it, put it down.
TIME.
The words forget you, pass by.
You remain standing on the brink.
Now, now, where to go?

Time avenges, walks on you
and you cannot catch the breath,
to fill the space between life and death
life will not move, death will not stop.
If not ready to live, death will not look like you
you will not look like death.

World changes every thing,
when seeing stops, listening begins
losing threads of me, between you and me
between me and you.
Something grows out of the mud
a new star.

Begins from end, the ending
of beginning. No ending, no beginning.
Timeless, faceless, nameless
groping in void, to catch the alphabets
Peaks are very frightening
Then where is the end ? No end.
This is the end.


SATISH VERMA


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The Hidden Handicapp

The Hidden Handicapp 
THE HIDDEN HANDICAPP 
The foot of this poor man is sadly bitten from the past a quick reminder everyday 
of mortality and the inevitable decay of certainly death 
The limp is unnoticed by the ruling classes they ignore it 
As eye go hopscotching on the bus the lift is never lowered for me 
The footman of the coach sees only young man because of overall health is 
happy and the blessing on my house fits in my smile and makes me look like a 
happy man and no one guesses at my frown 
The foot is broken in many places and why must eye buck up and walk around 
as iff they let me in the frontage just because eye am so pretty man and not 
because my age and limp and broken foot 
(they can not see it so it must not exist) and poor man hurting 
To the core of being OH GOD why wont they just please let me sit down and ride 
this bus eye need the front seat please 
Eye carry baggage on the bus but mostly eye carry  broken bones 
My handicap is hidden but for most its just ignored 


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The Geisha And The Clown

 The Geisha And The Clown 
The Geisha and the clown 
Every one makes waves that pebble tossed in concentric rings 
The water in disturbance making waves and oval rings 
The vortex is descending down to mar the visage of the crown 
to make the mental man decay to make the clown to make the clown… 
He stood apart from all the rest of them so forlorn and quiet 
as a man who's only problem is his next drink of alcoholic beverage. 
When this white English man found out it was the truth he took to drink. He is the 
clown in all the town the Otis of the century 
baring his anatomy for everyone to see in public urinations 
and even defecations and predications of his sexual anatomy 
my shame was not enough to make my horror go to sleep 
eye died upon my feet eye cried but not enough 
eye craved my drink eye craved myself my life replete 
eye am the clown the very one. 
The women of the orient so very adorned with grace 
and lithe the way they move the feet was my discovery 
the poor poor feet they bind the feet 
so they can shuffle so they can look so very sweet 
as they move along so gracefully they seem to slide 
and seem to effortlessly encounter men. 
They bind the feet to make them suffer 
they torture self to make it seem divine 
And then they live for pleasure. 
But that was then and this is now and eye have won the holy crown 
may all the geisha please bow down and just forgive the clown. 
My foot is lame. The very same as bound. And now eye bow. 
  


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NON-STORY

Questions are the answers 
and answers are the questions.
They never die. The words
collect the dripping wounds.
Memories  emmigrate to wasteland
and the city drowns in a lake. 
Our infallible pride has no challenge 
trust the precarious teeth.

Beyond eloquence life drifts 
from unknown to unknown.
A fruitless search in a grey winter
of thinking trees. Tall, 
beautiful, but faith has taken a U– turn.
The span of obscurity 
reflects a twisted wisdom
burning the books of tomorrow.

The fear, depression 
and brutal game of corruptible views
I deal with a non-story
of cultivated meditation.
The duality of hate 
and love, bread and hunger.
I stand on a quicksand
to balance the beach 
and find the missed links.



SATISH VERMA


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Running Colors

In a city of gun wielding, drug dealing and heathens.
Home of the pity where murder offers mysterious reasons.
In a neighborhood of red, a man of blue unknowingly walks through.
Where vendettas are settled with berettas.
Trained are these creeds, to perform the evil deeds.
Of avenging their comrades, who have fallen in these streets.
Strolling down the sidewalk.
Reality sets in, within the time of a gun cock.
On this block three reds look on to make him dead.
Cringing at the truth, this soul of blue sences the dread.
From out of their eyes, knives do fly.
If looks could kill, this man would die.
So here begins the primal fear.
The chruning of the bowels and that ringing in the ear.
The violance can never end.
Life and death, here, come full circle again.
Feelings of instinct complete his fear.
As this man of blue fights back the running of the tears.
Beginning a sprint with the occasional squint back.
To see if the attackers are still on track.
Around a corridor, and over a fence.
Over a car door, and around with no sence.
Down an alley way.
This is his last chance to live another day.
The reds are closing in.
With his legs about to give in.
Nearly in tears, he pleas with God.
Swearing, daring never to sin again.
For his fight is almost dead.
Disrupting the peace, he bursts onto the street.
Spotting a police car on the usual beat.
A serious glance the officer offers the nearly delirious man.
But nothing more, just a smile as vile as one can.
Casually driving away.
Leaving a returng of that churning feeling as he turns to face the other way.
And out a sound rang.
Bang.


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Title

 Title 
Title 
 
 
Subject line and matter what's the matter there must be many abuses of the 
system close the door make a number on the card give it only to the elite one. 
The poor children die stoned in the ditch rhymes with witch. When the ruling 
factor is wealth and fame added unto name and they say who are you anyway 
what have you done today lets party and have sex behind the closed and guarded 
doors. We are all elite and the ruling force. A man does not walk like a pigeon 
toed duck. Good luck out the door just go away the lice and mice and lingering 
doubts play. Romance and faltering footsteps failing sight and failing heart. We 
knoe just what the girls say to one another and how they treat a poor old 
homeless man. They play keep away and worse they add it to the verse of every 
rhyme. Eye am eye. My title is eye. Eye is the title of the eye. Eye found October 
wine to be too decadent the label was not tasty to my eye. Eye lost the will to lust 
or fill my belly with the must of crushed and shattered grapes of dust. Please just 
skip the Halloween and bring thanksgiven to my eye. Try hard to advertise 
Thanksgiving with the popcorn that eye crave and leave the candy corn for 
children they deserve to try it out but eye could never count the kernels in my bag 
or have enough. The title is in doubt. 


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Quickstudy

 Quickstudy 
Quickstudy 
 
 
Have you ever asked someone for help with homework and got dissed they say 
whoa you want my help or you are just wanting me to DO THIS? There is no way 
to stay a friend the girl is not the best and she is married to her test she cannot 
aid and abet the criminal in you she will not make an animal of you she will not 
help you and it is likely that you will fail in life at everything you do and falter and 
then fall no motor car no stall to buy and sell no you are a cheater after all is said 
and done there is no one that can do the work you want the girl is on her phone 
now to everyone that she shares numbers with to tell them you're a bum. And 
then the time for class has come and you do not have the answers you wrote 
them on the bones of all the people that you killed to be someone go and read 
them after dark in the text of wishing land to be a doctor or a doctor here or a 
doctor there. 



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Morning coming

Mornings coming and I can barely breath, I 
know the clock is ticking slowly giving away my 
destiny. Just two more hours and I woke up too early 
4:00 my body is numb as I drift off back to 
sleep. I worry about tommorrow and what it entells. 
The morning is always scary, Hurrying, brushing, anxiety. 
Nothing seems safe until i'm taking that long train ride. 
I feel as if everyone I know will suddenly turn against 
me and then I feel the same worries that I've always felt. 
What if I go to school and suddenly things change.
I don't want to have to worry but it's a curse because I 
do, I'm so paranoid sometimes that it makes me sick, I 
don't eat breakfast in the morning because I can't stomach 
it. I just arrange an outfit and grab my book bag don't 
forget about my gym clothes they are sitting on the couch. 
Another day another time, College soon, hoping not too 
far, future seems so close but so not and I worry about 
Morning coming will I make it or will I fall?


Details | Free verse | |

K I S S I N G

K I S S I N G 

When I was a young boy oh so many years ago, 
the girls they really teased me so incessantly, 
Bing o  is the Name o was a better one to me. 
Then K I s s I n G. 
Kay eye ess ess eye inn gee. 
Charles and Parme~ sitting in the tree. 
First comes love; then comes marraige, 
then comes baby in a baby carraige. 
And then there was the one they sang, 
that really made my head ache ring. 
Red ROver Red ROver come on over, 
when i did they locked they little arms 
and tried to knock me to the ground 
my stomach still aches with all the little hate 
of the little women that hated  me and beat me down. 
DOwn to the ground i am made of. 
And now that ewe knoe all my past 
ICI this poem at last: 
Ewe are the woman, 
Eye am the mirror, 
My heart is the trigger, 
Eye am dead. 
Love is kind. 




Details | ABC | |

SHOCK THE GARDEN

Symbols are true, because they are there.
Your solemn ache
proud of failure
traces a circle.
Dark and eternal, in all its purity
punishment becomes an award for life.

It is not difficult to know
whether a god exists.
You commit suicide to become a god.

Inoculating falsehood
dying daily unto death was not my pitch.

Your mind breaks the moon in dark,
into hundred bright crumbs.
Each bit becomes a metaphor
To shock the garden.


SATISH VERMA


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Daughter's Plead

Teach me---
 
How 
To 
Till 
My 
Thought

Near the placid stream
That I may bloom, like an alabaster rose


Details | Ballad | |

People In Bars

One more for the good times, one for the bad
Another round for the happy, then for the sad
One more to clear my mind for that long drive home
Your nights are spent at the bar, so you are not alone
Reality hits hard when you are at home by yourself
You put your loneliness where no one can see it, it is placed on the very top shelf
If you buy them drinks, they will sit and listen
But they never will define what you are missing
When you socialize with a crowd who has had too many
Your thoughts ramble and your words are plenty
Once again you make it home quiet and afraid
Behind closed doors, you are misery\'s slave
The next day you are back where everyone knows your name
At one time or another, we all have done it, so bare no shame
Strange girls, a frequent one night stand
The Bluebird of happiness never seems to land
Sometimes it\'s better to live your life full of dreams
So some things become not as bad as they seem
Every hopeful in every bar wants their place in the sun
The bars will always be packed, some dreams may never come
I guess it\'s just another place that allows us to be who we are
Another group, another click, people in bars 


Details | Personification | |

On The Other Hand

The crying game
The burdened tears,
That follow hearts
Throughout,
Life and all her
Promises,
The failures 
That she counts,

On one hand
With an empathy,
She aptly calls
To play,
Amongst the 
Soulless symphonies
Whose sympathy
Betrays,

The wistful wit
With which 
She hints
That all has yet
To pass,
Throughout 
The rhythmic
Ridicule that
Only seems 
To last,

As long as we
Remain astute,
Unwilling to deny,
That those who seek
Enlightenment,
Expect a sure reply.


Details | ABC | |

CHARITY

Sometimes death lives for eternity,
a captive of silence,
or in hidden journey to flesh;
unless the body betrays the falling stars from eyes.

Dying was an appropriate thing
a festival of freedom for veils,
to leave you alone with your morality.

This terrible life ejects you
on the gravel to become a stone.
The fall from the beautiful height
was meant for charity.

No body wants to die for a toss-up 
with life,
for a secret game of tears and smile.
The true thing of despair generates
a darkness, whom I owe my light.


SATISH VERMA


Details | Free verse | |

Hating People Halloween Too

Hating People Halloween Too
   
 
  Hating People Halloween Too
I met a man I didn't like, 
He told me Superman ain't real.
He said' angels fly without their wings'.
And he would teach me how? 
All I could do was SCreeCH! 
Because it's halloween, 
and I should'nt preach.
Have a Happy Holy Holiday.
Angels are real and they have wings.

Charles Hice

Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice 

Charles Hice 

 
 


Details | Acrostic | |

A Child

An angel

Chaste in nature
Having us smile
Innocent mind and
Life is fragile
Desires for love


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Plastic Faces

Walking down the hallway
I see your plastic face
The one that smiles so dryly
The one that makes my heart reach out to you
The one that covers up the life you live

Walking down the hallway
I see your plastic face
The one that has empty eyes
The one that hides the tears streaming down your face
The one that lies to the world about you

Walking down the hallway
I see your plastic face
The one that is drained of color
The one that is is unemotional
The one hides the pain you feel

Walking down the hallway
I see the plastic faces
Too many for me too bear
So many lives that need helping
Kids aren't on their own, they just need
A friend, to help relieve them of the plastic
And see the light of day once more...


Details | Rhyme | |

What Took You So Long-? (Mixed Rhyme)

You mastered the art of my father;
He treats you like his younger brother,
Side by side, so happy together
Sailing with you, stead, of his daughter;
You caught big fish, for my sweet mother.

She always welcomes you with her holy kiss;
I’m in charge to cook your favorite dish,
Whilst you and father drinking ouzo, at ease;
‘Cos of you, I forgot to serve the fish---

From the sweat and blood of these men, 
Bound by a brotherly kiss;
Yet, I never have a peace
Of mind, so ere you leave again

I promised myself, you’ll be mine, only mine; 
God, forgive me, I planned to commit a sin, 
Of kissing my father’s friend that my heart’s bind; 
I just don’t want to send this man to the bin. 

Hence, when father was not around, 
I grabbed…kissed him, without a sound; 
He blushed, by my own surprise; 
And, his manly breath intertwined  
With mine; his eyes’ shine, 
And my heart no longer cries. 

Gosh, how sweet ‘twas, his lips; and, ‘cos of the heat
We did not hear my own father’s teasing psst… 
Too late to untangle our lips; we did it, 

The kissing, even when father’s around
From no where, he came without any sound;

He chided us not, for he wanted him 
To be with me, till his last days go dim.

He’s spoken over-used words:  “I love you!”
In a hushed voice, I said, “I love you, too!”

What took you so long…to say you love me?

Don’t you know, in waiting, how hard to be?




Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Oh, Please Don't Leave Me!

Without you, what life would be?
The answer, I actually don’t know
For I’ve no idea, if there’s tomorrow
Oh, please don’t leave me!

Without you, what life would be?
Everyday, from you I receive a smile
That is your beauty and lovely style
Oh, please don’t leave me!

Without you, what life would be?
After all those happy times been together
Will you just go, leaving my heart in despair?
Oh, please don’t leave me!

Without you, what life would be?
Oh yes, you are in me, and I am in you
For our endless love is real and so true
Oh, please don’t leave me!

Without you, what life would be?
No one knows, but tell me, where you’ll stay
I follow not, if surely you want to go away
Oh, please don’t leave me!

Without you, what life would be?
I guess our life will never be the same
But, on you, I put no curse or blame
Oh, please don’t leave me!

Without you, what life would be?
Of course, I’ll cry, when suddenly you fly
Like a butterfly, in solitude, up into the sky
Oh, please don’t leave me!

Without you, what life would be?
Separate lives, our hearts torn apart
Neither you nor me, wanted to depart
Oh, please don’t leave me!

Without you, what life would be?
There is hope, I think, for every fall
I keep fingers crossed, that happy we stay all
Oh, please don’t leave me!
 



Details | Free verse | |

eye created gragon fly

 eye created gragon fly 
Eye created gragon fly 
There is only gmail it is experimental email 
There is a place to visit other people on the internet 
But you must have a cell phone but even eye do not have one eye just have gmail 
and eye have the caht box where eye visit babay lambe~a. We aer only  just 
discover each other and nothing horrible occurs sometimes we make a gragon 
fly and watch his wings wiggle yes that is write the wings of a gragon fly they 
wiggle but only in the caht boxes of gmail.There is this <3 heart that turns and 
turns a color oh so pink and there is many things that work but the best thing that 
eye have ever seemed to have done is just the gragon fly IT works. It is just a < 
symbol and a . dot and one more symbol> turned in a certain way to make a 
creature eye have dubbed not made of clay   but just of WORD and this is mye 
Gragon fly >.< this is the ragon fly 
>>.<< gragon fly is male and ragon fly is female she has four wings and gragon 
sometimes only has his two . 
The things we earthlings seem to be able sometimes to dew seem so amazing 
and so real and so when the populace of internet is chatting please don't forget 
to get to making lots of gragons. 



Details | Lyric | |

tears of my heart

Tears of my heart
just tearing me apart

deep down inside
is were they hide

when you look
can you see
for they hide
deep down inside

tears of my heart
trying to find away out
just tearing me apart

if they only knew
 they were lost
 they don't have a clue

deep down inside is were they hide

waiting to find someone to care
or have someone else bear

these tears of my heart
do you care

for they are just tearing me apart


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Untitled #214 / Affirmative Action

He had worked hard all his life, but
he was denied admission
because the other guy was ten points dumber
but a hundred points blacker


Details | Acrostic | |

OFW

On the Arabian Desert, I deeply burned my skin
Venturing out this strange land of hooded prince
Endless sleepless nights, mother serves, with tea
Rushing into the basement, to iron master’s plea
Singapore, a three steps, from our wooden door
Every morning, sister’s scrubbing a marble floor
As, she listen to silent cries, of younger brothers 
Sailing, day and night, in seven seas of thunders!

Feeding our worn minds, with courage and love
Inspire us, with your words, O, Father up above!
Let your holy spirit guide us, from dawn to dawn
I beg you; protect us, including siblings, at home
Pampering the young and the old, of the G-Eight
In return, my true Master, for you, I will not be late
Now, sons and daughters, of Pearl of Orient Sea
Of things, be honest and true, and as always be!

Working diligently; for it is in your noble blood
Overcoming all the trials, have your faith in God 
Run not embracing the edge, of sharp-blade knife
Keep the spirits high; for it’s just a temporary life
Even if, you are, mean workers, in foreign realms
Ruin not, your dignity, with these pieces of dimes
Sisters and brothers, live proud, O precious mine!


Dedicated to all OFW
 
..for your courage and sacrifices in helping keep 
the economy of our motherland afloat. Mabuhay!



Details | I do not know? | |

A Venomous Tree

Nocturnal anger claims the night,
Raging blows rained with might,
Vindictive tongues no truth in sight...
Feasted on carrion
As lies grow wings
Shallow perceptions
Matured not in spring,
To be clothed in white, And hate it sings...
Rebuked with blindness
On a day of sorrow,
When doors closed
Deprived of tomorrow,
To trudge in emptiness
in a world so shallow...
Bigotry is a venomous tree,
Its fruit brings so much misery,
In a world supposed to be free...
Such is bigotry...


Details | Free verse | |

Empathetic (man)

Everyone makes jokes at partees and laughs 
And smokes and drinks, there are the mind controllers 
And the power freaks, but not many ex-Marines. 
They just do not seem to need the glitter and glitch 
Of partee life eye have never used a wheelchair am not sorry about that am glad 
that eye can have my walk if not my run 
An old man does not top a bluff and run willy nilly down a bluff but stops 
And finds a path to just walk down the hill 
Today eye feel 
the pain of wheelchair bound and wonder at his plight. 
Was he a marine ruined in a fight or just some strang desease that keeps him 
sitting there please GOD eye make this prayer 
Please help the wheelchair bound and lift him up. 
Mye empathetic prayer is Thank you 
For my walk. 


Details | Lyric | |

Calendar Pages

The calendar's pages flipped so quickly
Days scattered away with the wind
Moments hung on the string of thoughts
Laughter is the music heard

Days are turned into clouds in the sky
Feathers of friendship circled them now
Lighting their way to the stars
That danced with lovely glows

I shall miss every moment with you,
With the people I have spent time with,
I shan't forget these lovely times
As I take flight every day

Hoping you share the same feeling,
I raise my hand up in space
Waving hello when you approach,
While I engulf you when you shall go...



Details | ABC | |

FLAME

What shall I write
from the empty, desolate heart,
when every word is being scraped ?

You want to clean the mess
of a lifetime,
yet labour brings loneliness
and  you inherit
the depth of a problem.

A thought which has no ending.
A constant battle with yourself
in the bleak winter of age.

One by one they have died,
Your invisible  gods.
The vast landscape
of knowing the truth
still remains unconquered.

Pursue you must for the sake of moment
a flame which has no heat !


Satish Verma


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A Gentleman

Every day and Night,
Only a face and a matter
Approaches to him,
And he dreams for it.

He afraid to discuss,
He smiles in memories,
He works fast and hard,
And runs a race to trace her.

When alarm strikes he rushed to town,
And stands on a stop to see her,
Waits for her until she comes,
And goes when she went off.

He likes to speak her,
But frightened to open his lips,
Heart gets strong palpitation,
Body starts to shake and sweaty,

Somebody suggested him to speak,
And told him, what can she do?
At least, she can refused him,
But he wasn’t ready to listen her,’ No.

After four years wait, one day,
A gentleman came and asked,
I want to talk to you. He told,
I Love her and getting marry to her.

She told me everything, you love her,
But never dare to speak to her,
She send me hear to inform you,
Don’t chase her, she is mine.

Nobody seen him again,
He never met her and never chased,
But she tried hard to see him again, 
But nobody saw him again.


Details | ABC | |

SIGNATURES

Planet earth,
they have stopped moving with me like clouds,
like trees.
Sap frozen, inertia overtaking
tongues clipped
mouth after mouth black shut.
Toads are croaking.

Incence of hate wafting
from scrolling suicides.
The terrorist is on move
from valley to valley
shrine to shrine
river to river.
Bulls in veils bellowing in dark.

Self-seeking or sensing the history ?
Intentness of kill or empathy of pain ?
Who were the masters hiding behind hills ?
Let me choose my scratchings from unknown pen.
My paper should remain unwritten,
nobody will draw the line
nobody will put the signatures.


SATISH VERMA


Details | Rhyme | |

Giving In

The cusp of even tide is in my veins,
It tangles with the seaweed in this heart
By drowning in these lungs to echo pains;
Giving up would drop me from the start.

I shouldn't but increasingly I will;
Determine what shall balance it the most
For every vane of doubt, I can instill
A strength to stop the rage of roller coast.

Where the waves of undulation steeps defy
Then giving up prepares us what to do
Build that dam and say, "I will not die",
Live another day and see it through.

Life was formed to thrill the go betweens'
Those death defying acts, unlike the theft
Of what I use to have, but now that means
I'm putting back what courage I have left.


Details | Rhyme | |

Maynilad (Mixed Rhyme)

So true, the drivers are more careful
Than the commuters who are not fool
Jeepneys and buses are always full
Than taxis, in some ways, dared to rule
Heart of Maynilad, the beautiful

City of dreamers living in her gay dream
Where aroma street-vendors have to scream
In enticing you to light another dream
While you craving for a coco ice-cream

For I really missed Maynilad
Of her sensual beauty
That I’m longing to see
Which I saw when I was a lad

Now I live in the shadows of the Gentiles
At first, I never wanted to be here
Olive trees’ leaves rustled me with godly styles
That I learned to like famous Mythos beer

But, I preferred the sweet echo 
Of San Miguel, a grand macho
Suave, even if sun not down
Blended with all kinds of fun rhyme
From peers who neither have a dime
Yet, they will not let you down

Thou I, the dreamer, admire the foreign god
Still, I will save the last breath for Maynilad
Why? It’s simply because she is in my blood

Yes, that’s what I am, by birth
Just simple man, here on earth

Coming from her maiden skirt
I promised to share my shirt

If, one day I bid you bye
O, Athena, do not cry
 
You are deeply etched in my mind

Heart and soul, thou, for Maynilad


 

 



Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Asylum

Harrisbugh close for life, well people were in there for life.
who rolled the dice to keep them, well the good doctor and
who holds the key to Hell, in Harrisburg and when you
drive by you see things that no one believes the hair
on the back of your neck raises and you can hear
screams, of the inane, and I heard someone say,
well, How dare you to call me insane, Let me die, so
they let him die there, well his wishes, the gray skys
before it gets dark is well there time to come out of
there graves and tell eveyone of the torture, gas, and
shocks gun and brains being operated on and sterilzsation
Women cry and crying in our minds.  The shock to brain
they scream well, is the worst, and a pike to brain well
who would tell of horrible things, to help up, angels run
the halls and a Throne of ivory and jade for the creator.
soil food and dirty rooms and well jail bars for some,
a bucket to urinate in and punisment a hole no crime
was committed but sentence for life see they said
he might do something wrong, well the good doctor
knew what to do America 1900's for the poor house
and State Asylums.


Details | Free verse | |

The Blonde Next Door

My thoughts
drifting between rhyme
and un-rhyme.

A scenario, I write
where
me and you, we lovingly pursue our dreams.

I am blessed, sure I am,
but when my thoughts awaken 
in reality, you are 

happily married to someone
with three kids.
And I sigh…ahh!



Details | Rhyme | |

WORLD WITHOUT INSIGHT

World without insight,
why do the good things
lie in the depths of darkness,
and are never brought to light?

But in the vast Universe,
we know,we are the only race
ready to suppress:
what's beautiful
and honest
and discouraging the ideals
of equality and morality
without consideration
and thought...

Where there's injustice,
there should be justice;
and where freedom 
doesn't exist at all,
there should rise a stronger voice
to be heard from all continents...   

World without insight,
have you seen more smiles
than resentful grins?
And why  you salvage 
the evils that still rage
in lands full of demise?
 
World without insight,
have you considered changes 
to wipe out poverty and unfairness...
and govern peoples with kindness?
   


Details | ABC | |

DUST

Creeping in waking night
was fear of fear
and you wanted to accept the defeat
retreat,
It gives you  solitude of
blank space, featureless.

The terrorist mask of blazing guns
bribing the absent gods,
for whom you are aiming?

The holy man on road
fakes,
crushing the grass
lilies getting flattened under the giant wheels.

Moving an bloody toes
festering heels
carrying the sacred earth under the nails
all night.
peeling the time, throwing the skn
and waiting
for the dust to settle.


SATISH VERM


Details | Senryu | |

Not Thru Pregnancy

not thru pregnancy,
even without ecstacy, still
their numbers increase...


Details | Verse | |

Circus

When the monoliths burst into shock-horror flame,
People gaping through windows at chaos again,
The box in the corner shows all that was done
From multiple angles, repeat and re-run.
If someone could stop it, pray God that they would,
This cold anaesthetic is serving no good,
But the eyes are hypnotic and glued to the spread
Of destruction and slaughter sucked into the head.

Feeling sick to the stomach, being driven half mad,
By the fifty-sixth screening it’s not half as bad,
And questions resound as if going insane,
Repetitiously hammered deep into the brain.
As the impact grows lesser each time it is seen,
Panoramic and sweeping the letterbox screen,
No need to record it to watch it again,
For they run it and run it forever, Amen.

All feelings in ice cubes, they’re now getting numb,
Giving up speaking, struck voiceless and dumb,
The nerves have quit jumping and die compromised,
Deader than doornails, they’ve been cauterised.
Visual whirlwinds are spinning around,
Despicable carnage played out on the ground,
What once had a power to move and appal,
Exploited ‘till it has no meaning at all.


Details | Free verse | |

The Reader


A poet
dresses the naked 
word, 

with emotions. Such as the air 
in this empty room sops the hand 
and satisfaction it gives. Still, 

the pen he has used 
flows again and the page cherishes 
that in its roots—
 
and produces blooms on the bed 
of spring. Ah, the spirits are splattering
on the tasteful styles, but the 

mails on your phone 
are comme il faut the summer sheets 
of petering dust. A note from him 

is among them, unread. I watch
at the poet. It is so vain not to peruse—
that I opt instead to read his soul.


Details | ABC | |

APARTHIED

Offspring were preoccupied in their spiral career, 
you feel sorry. You don’t get the sleep, 
core-feelings flee from 
the windows of an ailing house. 
A cloud softens again in the eyes. 
Wronged truth has created 
an aparthied in ranks of candles.

Inner pain gropes towards 
the spot between eyes.
You survive by the 
whispers of absolute bliss. 
Looking becomes a sequential text. 
The self divides the darkness into hot flames. 
Outpouring the anguish, the frailities.

At dawn the blackness 
of dripping night fades.
The earth wins the moral nothingness, 
beyond the regrets of inspired sermons. 
The psyche is rooted 
deep in the mud, topless
dust spreading the 
message of preferred truce.



SATISH VERMA


Details | Verse | |

Do Not Conceal It

                  Kisses speak
          Your                        love
                   Conceal not


Details | Ballad | |

beloved

you bring me to my knees
you make me feel so pleased
you brought me down from my high
your the one that makes me feel good inside

you r my beloved
and noone else should care
you said that u loved it
but i know to beware

beloved (beloved)
beloved (beloved)

you seem to have me in your grip

beloved (beloved)
beloved (beloved)

and now i really dont trip
you aree the love~ I~~ admit...


Details | ABC | |

BLIND WALLS

Icons of evolution and 
loud men made a circle 
of nihility, leaping high,
splashing the black perfume. 
Nicotine reclaimed ne plus ultra. 
Lurching thrusts reached nowhere. 
Dirty fingers held the prosperity.

The dialogue of root 
and earth started a nameless fire.
Hunger stunned the leaves, 
brutalized by unmanaged truths. 
The sting operated in dark. 
Let going the lights, 
phantoms were starving. 
I saw my face for the first time.

I accept my responsibility 
for closed drapes.
Doors were banging in terror 
and there were sparks on the roof. 
The blind walls squirmed. 
It was time for your roadmap 
to show the lines, 
sign the winds.


SATISH VERMA


Details | Verse | |

Image of freedom

Freedom, 
Totally a different vision,
Where a person dreams,
Only enjoyment,
Without anyone’s consent,
Without anyone’s interruption.


Details | ABC | |

A LOVE STORY

Have not asked much,
still attached to you with subtleties,
I wanted freedom from you,
For removing stings from the flesh.

Anxiety was the darkest color
of floating buds on lake.
Sitting on the edge of panic,
I started counting the waves.

Mixed emotions always subtract a smile
Just lonely, I went for the swim in rimless agony.
Have not heard much of you in ages.
Still memories crop up for a while.
I wanted nemesis from you.

Talking of blue and white clouds
love has many moods.
Devastated by a burning moon
I was wishing a watery burial.



SATISH VERMA


Details | I do not know? | |

The Victim

My insecurities are eating me
I feel as if life is cheating me
Karma can’t stand me
Bad luck won’t unhand me
Isolated from my family
And my friends don’t understand me
Ain’t my life just great?
Full of anger, sadness and heartbreak
Some things I wish I could take
But I have failed because of fate.
At the butt of jokes
Always alone
A 72 in high, and 2 ½ inch wide temple is my home
I live inside myself
My heart is where I hide myself.
All by myself
Everyday of every week
My temper has double-crossed my peak
I am under estimated
Emotionally incapacitated
Often considered the most hated.
Blindly called conceited
Always mistreated
But when it comes to memories
I always get deleted.
I live in a world that’s forgotten
Conniving thoughts that are rotten
Since I am always down trodden
I might as well be picking cotton
And doing the work of oxen
While grazing the field
Keeping to myself is my only shield.
It’s scary living in a world of billions
Out of everyone I am the chameleon
I am never seen and have gone unnoticed
No one would notice if I hocus pocused
But I’m always focused
And treated like a stranger
Everyday I am forced to be angered
If everyone else in the world died
I don’t know if I’d miss them
Because my whole life 
I was treated as the victim…


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Tree

If I were to die and come back,I would come back as a tree,
Growing in a field alone and free,
No friends to let you down and no troubles to subside,
No emotions, no feelings,no secrets to hide,
No sorrows,no strife,tears or pain,
stand in the sunshine,cry with the rain.
Me and the ground,the only bonds there would be,
If when I die I return a tree.


Details | I do not know? | |

BUFFER

BUFFER
All of us have feelings all of us have love but all of us build a buffer in-between 
the real world and the occurrences’ the bad news and the disturbances and the 
wars. It is not the ostrich neck bowed down with the head inside the egg hole it is 
not the hair the dog tosses up on back of all the issues. It could be the reason 
we can live when it seems all hope is lost it is the reason a man keeps hoping 
that his lost love will come home.
We simply make a buffer a buffer zone if you will of many different feelings and 
many different ills. The news is very bad today but supper was so nice the 
cheese and bagels and the onions made me feel like eye ate twice but several 
people died in ASIA and there eye have some friends and when eye read it eye 
let it hit my buffer so eye can live. When the story becomes the MONOLITH of 
headlines and even videos then the BUFFER will absorb the thing and keep me 
from the suffer of a world in turmoil and my supper sets inside my stomach 
becoming something else a different form of matter to be discarded and avoided 
by the others of my kind. The buffer is my ZONE the buffer helps me on the long 
walk home it does not meant that eye do not care or even love it is just the 
BUFFER sets in place to keep mye heart.
The prayers and tears pass through the buffer zone and yet eye rise for one more 
day a little jaded a little green around my eyes and search for one more answer 
at life in the buffer zone.


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Right Now (Part 1)

Right now, I'm sitting here writing this rhyme,
As I do it, millions of people are abused by time,
God knows I would help them if I truely could,
There are many people I'm sure who also would.

Right now, little Timmy is waiting for a willing organ doner,
None of the kids in his school care, he's always been a loner,
The doctor says the prognosis doesn't look very good,
His parents hope he won't die, and he's wishing he would.

Right now, some homeless bum is running down the street,
Running from the man that he hoped he never would meet,
This man wants to try something with his brand new gun,
Funny how theres such a thin line between fear and fun.

Right now, someone is spending their paycheck to fix their car,
They have to have it, to walk to their job is simply much too far,
Now they can't even buy food because all their money is spent,
What will happen at the end of the month when they can't pay rent?

Right now, someone is playing slots in Vegas trying, hoping to hit it big,
That someone is so poor they can barely afford to puff on that second hand cig,
They know that if they get lucky and become the big winner,
They might know for once what its like to have a real dinner.

Right now, some girl is sitting in her empty apartment,
Wondering just where her fiance of 11 months went,
He said he'd be right back, he was just going to the store,
Now she knows that the bastard doesn't love her anymore.

Right now, some superstar is walking all alone to his car,
He is looking around wondering where his bodyguards are,
A beggar asks him for money, knowing his life this superstar can affect,
The superstar shoves him away scattering the $0.05 the bum wanted to protect.

Right now, a mother is going through her labor pain,
Kicking and screaming at her family Doctor DeWayne,
Doctor DeWayne says it will be either the baby or the mother.
And now a husband quietly says goodbye to his significant other.


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Even Life Is Like A Stone

It seems, the clerk is not in the best form today
For he gave me an extra cash, like an extra pay

I just want a $359; instead, he handed a $539
Should I take it or not, a question in my mind

I am no saint I admit and I want this $180 bucks
Should I care for him, if, he will be on the rocks
 
I must struggle against strange voices in my head,
That really keep messing me, even, when I’m in bed

Feed me...feed me...of evil things, says the first
No only me, says the other, even if you are thirst

Though, I’ve three kids and my shoulder is in pain
I let myself not to nourish them with an easy gain

For I believe that man does not live by bread alone
This is what I’m trying to do; even life is like a stone




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My Poems

My Poems 

My Poems 
   
  
  My Poems 
My poems are my living. 
My living is my poems. 
I will always be alone. 
My girl (whoever she may be) . 
I could not have met her yet. 
That is what confuses me. 
She is still breathing. 
I cursed the day I saw her. 
I will always be alone. 
Sex is meaningless? ? 

Charles Robert Hice 

Copyright ©2006 Charles Robert Hice 

Charles Hice 


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In The Name Of My Blood


Looking 
In-between I painted you 
And colored your name
I did use….my blood


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Gift-wrapped Boxes

Underneath the huge iced white Christmas tree balls
Eyebrow lifted as she sank back into the leather chair.
Comfortable ,eyes no longer sunken with dehydration.
Gingerbread and curds being sugared and whipped 
eyeing his dessert with determination  , he whispers....
Speaking in unison "A cat has its special scratching tree."
Crumpling her serviette in her fist, she stood up and 
extends her hand spending  the next couple of hours
kissing  on  the soft sofa  with  the glamorous blonde.
Your marriage must come first no matter however
 much you profess to love your mistress.Swallowed.
She will understand and immediately say goodbye.


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A Challenge

Is my passport not enough for an ID?
Why a language, religion and colour,
Race and Caste comes with a name,
What did a person want to solve?

So many complicated issues appears
When a person would like to introduce,
A personal existence that he knows,
But system treats this all as a criminal.

Religion is a personal belief not a matter,
Language is a way of expression not a matter,
Colour and Race is natural not a matter,
Caste is a matter that is a sign of humiliation.

Intelligent people always are trying to keep,
A wide range of knowledge about someone,
So they can deliver justice to use proper ID,
But crime is still a challenge for peace.

A Religion, Language, Colour, Caste and Race,
All failed to change a nature of criminals,
A Language helped them in killing and raping,
Justice is on sale; a person who pays; gets it.


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StasticaL Poem

 StatisticaL Poem 
Statistacl Poem 
Eye looked at the newspaper in the rack and could not tell what the headlines 
read and the letters blurred and looked like Chinese characters all inked by 
Chinese hand and  nothing that it said can either ever mean a thing to me unless 
eye become an Editor at the paper or someone like Clark Kent a reportor of the 
real event. For me the day is over eye am a statistic eye am a displaced person 
A homeless shelter in the desert sun 
An AnachronYm of one. 


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cut and bleeding

walking through
the lower end of town
i meet a couple of guys
who ask me for small change

so I tell them some lie
about being down on my luck
somehow it all sounds true
even though it’s a load of crap

i carry on walking
up through the back streets
across cracked pavements
covered with litter
staring at angry faces
who have been here forever

i walk around the corner
and sitting right in front of me
is an old man who has fallen down
he looks confused
sitting in a puddle of urine
wiping his head with a hand
that’s cut and bleeding

so i walk on by
and ignore what I’ve seen
after all who could believe
that an old man could fall down
and no one there
would help him

Penned by
Scarecrow Joe


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The Making of a Fool

You have a dream 
To follow
Like everyone else in this world
Striving harder 
To get the things you want, and
Your performance is appreciated
For that, you’re elected
To the precious throne
Of your dream
Embrace
Love
By lower life
Only
Don’t fool
The fools
Lest 
The bile
Creeping into their consciousness
For quite sometime now
You see
And not the pleasure
Of your wish you’ll get
To serve
Pass them the truth
That’s essential to their life
And, if you don’t
Your tears is well highlighted
In their skin
It won’t be erased
Even if, they’ll dismiss you
To ashes of grief
‘Cos forever will haunt them
Of your disgrace
To society
For you made 
Them…the fools 
Feel fool


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I'm a victom of too little too late

Prevention!
The stars sing to me
to set up games
to look for players
to save my life
from the sick world of satanic cults....
I know you're thinking
How do I know?

I'm the modern day
David Gayle
She swallowed the key
She wrapped the bag around her head and taped it up
after intercourse

Once upon a time
I talked to the T.V.
I told them
I didn't want
anyone help me become succesfull
little did I know
everyone was going to spend 
the rest of their lives
fighting me

Now I'm crying
from the truth your not believing
and the mental scars I have you don't see

A call for help is a sign for suckers
DANGEROUS!

Once upon a time
the radio talked to me
I told the radio
i needed a friend
a shadow
a mystery
little did I know
I'd be studied
and cast aside
after being thrown away

mentally tormented and raped

I could have lived happily ever after
The radio mocks me
The tv runs away from the truth of me
the police won't investigate me
and the mental institutes laugh

But one day
I'll get the last laugh
maybe
when I get away and prove it

For now I'm the victom of too little too late!

I'm proof crazy people aren't as nuts as you thin
but victoms like me
how do I break the cycle
and start the next?


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Can you ttsae my pian?

My pian you may tstae.
Waht is the clouor of my sfufrenig?
Can you feel waht I feel?
Waht deos faer sleml lkie?
Asitnpetc..dtriy npeipas..
Snoced hnad chtlonig?


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Orphan

Suspicion drowns the concept, make believe

A whereabouts, those children found on shelves

Were forgotten and neglected, those who’d leave,

Their kids for finding happiness themselves.


Then as orphans can their sensitive to touch-

Be the difference b‘tween a cuddle or a clout

The norm, when no-one loves them very much,

As if the huge wide world has locked them out.       


And the chosen few are plagued to live this,

A forgotten dream in nowhere, someone dodged

It lies somewhere between the hit and miss

Of suffering that their parentage had bodged.


But survival of the fittest some may say;

Pays tribute to the worth this orphan makes

It’s down to them, the strength to find a way

Correcting what was bad, all those mistakes.        


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Nails & Staplers

When smacked on the head
is when you earn your bread,
might as well be dead!


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Pisces

Oh, if you peep thru the window 
Of my soul you will see the real me 
Not the one you’ve read from the book 
Of ever daunting shadows
Not the image portrayed by the world 
Of silent scraggy whisperers 
I regret not, if you chose not to
Open your heart for me 
I pity not, myself, if you believed more
On the magical power of zodiacs
Of eternal love, where Sagittarius prince meet 
The peasant Gemini in parallel realm of wonders
You locked your mind without even trying
Or, at least you gave time the benefit of doubts
Of knowing the true me, the Pisces 
Sad, indeed, that your reckless ego betrayed you
By the glitzy offers and folly of materialism
Still, you’re in me, just peep thru the window 
Of my soul you’ll see yourself, but…a memory
For it’s too late, I now have Aquarius twins



 


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DEAD FAITH

Pardon my mask
I will put you on pedestal to torment me,
because you were necessary
for my existence.
When I prepare finally my death wish
you can smile.

Your eyes are looking through my head,
I know,
you were hurt from my moon face.
I will wash your feet with my tears now.

Exhausted, nameless in a crowd
I was counting my see-through triumphs
all piled up as burned out bones.

To live without meaning is very painful.
Everything is abused for self gratification.
Over a black sky, against the mountains
the old silence becomes teeth of a dead faith.


SATISH VERMA


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Birds of Passage

Sleazy 
And sweaty faces 
Of all ages,
Of different races 
Waiting in idle,
For the day to end!

From yesterday’s plight, some are still 
Slumbering on a cold cement,
Unmindful, of the day’s event!
Others, are starting to fun
With a bottle of cheap wine,
Till they’re sloshed, from grass’ smoke! 

Some had cracked up, of misery! 
But, their increasing presence 
Has caused apoplexy
Amongst the local gangs, disturbed!
For their native park is invaded, 
By birds of passage!


 


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Heartless

Frozen time sands of crispy interval,
Felt by every walking voyage underfoot.
Moveless waves showing compassion remoteness,
Never moving the minute hand,
Leaving lips of hour-glass speechless.
Breezy chill jaunting the moment of one,
Season freeze for the life remaining.
Refusing stormy weather spells of relationship,
Keeping the distance alive to live.
No rain check,
Passed by,
Giving up before ever knowing,
What truly missed in brief pain,
Otherside dazzling soul joy.
Heart broken journeying,
Refusing to experience,
Always speaking thought emptiness of what never traveled by spirit guide.
Graveyard residence,
Living life with the dead-


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Tomorrow's Light

Grey dust night with iron trees
Blistered heat rotates the earth to freeze
Colored rain in a prism bleeds
Tomorrow, they'll be flowers.
Lips so sour they bite themselves
Eyes with sandpaper lids and nails
Heart discarded like ancient shells
Tomorrow, I'll be young.
Bright light camera infernal lies
News is that someone's loved one died
Damage a child and you will be tried
but then you'll be set free.
Justice has turned a deaf ear to me
The red tide swells at the edge of the sea
Elevate the heat in this room a degree
Tomorrow, truth emerges.
Slippery ground on an earthquake bank
The world's greatest minds blow a nuclear think tank
Shoulders to grindstones 'till the grindstones sank
Tomorrow, freedom breathes.

Tomorrow, freedom breathes.


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Reflections from a Shattered Mirror

Sitting alone like a fool
No Self Esteem, she is drowning in a pool.

In a battle to feel whole
She feels as if she is half a soul

Heaven won't spit her out,
because she will scream and shout

This isn't a joke and with every tear,
She is giving up hope and building up fear.

When will it end?
For now she will have to fend.

God, shine your light and make her world seem bright
She isn't your only child, but a lonely child and wants to feel right.

Extend your hand and she will understand,
the Mirror she stares at is shattered

The pieces can be put back together,
don't make her wait forever...


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FRUITS FALL LIKE DREAMS

We were absent from ourselves,
the stillness roared
like a mad sea. 
Keeping a night vigil didn’t help,
we felt protected in blazing sun,
quality of answers were deteriorating,
the truth existed,
beyond our beliefs.

In non-aligned manners 
we disengaged from pain.
It had become a habit,
to walk in swamps 
instead of asphalt road, 
which was leading to peace. 
We watched the rise,
and fall of attitudes together. 
Language failed to find an asylum.

Ataxia of windows,
cannot barricade the light,
the fruits fall like dreams, 
on hard ground, to crack open,
and disperse the seeds.
When you start the
voyage to distant realities,
your days are over.


SATISH VERMA


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On Rudeness 11

On Rudeness 11 
On Rude 11 
There needs to bee a limit to public conversation, 

the earbanging of a patron on the bus.  Please keep it if you can to use it wisely 
with your friend when you are alone again.  I dont want to take it with me 
overheard and listened to the conversation all anew again in my imprinted 
memory as I pen,  this; ODE to rudeness,  eye have been told there is NO LAW 
against cell phones or decent public conversations.  Please understand me 
clearly, 

WHEN eye am KING : 

all of this changes. 


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Our love

Our love is kept in secrecy
We play it like a game
With innocence and decency
I feel no guilt or shame.

Compassion and tranquility
My heart was but a ghost
For with all due sincerity
I love this girl the most

To be loved in return for once
My heart is honor-bound
To share these merry happy months
With the most wonderful girl around

Everytime I close my eyes
I see her smiling face
Never will I tell her lies
She is my saving grace


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Between The Rain Drops

Between The Rain Drops
Eye walked between the raindrops to learn how to stay dry
My body works much better when eye fly on angels wings between the rain and 
hurry to be dry at home a layer of something hasty pulled between the me and 
between the storm and as eye lay inside my dry eye pray and cry for eye have no 
home the rain falls off around my dry as eye walk between the rain drops of the 
storm


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Endless fight

How many people were born today?
How many people were dead today?
How many people were getting injured?
How many people were moving murdered?

How many people are in a race?
How many people are facing grace?
How many people are working hard?
How many people are playing just card?

How many people are fell in love?
How many people had broken a jab?
How many people have wanted to live?
How many people are digging a grave?

How many people are coloured and white?
How many people have a religious fight?
How many people are fighting for a problem?
How many people are helping for a solution?

How many people are suffering for peace?
How many people are moving for a lace?
How many people are degraded and defaulted?
How many people were punished and halted?

Endless fight is moving to achieve,
Endless aims are forcing for grieve,
Time is passing and achieving what a man?
Food and drink is only a living fan.


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Twenty years Forward

Where is your visionary mind?
Why did you stop supporting them?
They need your help,
Why are you keeping mourn?

They are you child,
Do you remember when they felt sick?
In a night or a day, you ran to a doctor,
You enjoyed their pain and joy.

They are growing up,
It isn’t a matter you‘ll not support them,
If they haven’t permission,
To choose a friend, don’t mind.

Support them and revive your cuddle,
When they were children always come to you,
Time never remains same, 
Time has been changed, let’s go to learn them.

Time is twenty years forward,
At that time, when you travelled by a bike,
And carried food in a Tiffin,
But today everyone has a car.


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Matters

All that flows within your eyes becomes a vital reason,
  Surfing through a dizzy spiral into some conclusion,
Weeping wine once rained upon the cold heart of the season,
  All that matters compromised by tear-stained effusion.

All those times regret denied, broke ranks and came home screaming,
  Kicking down the door, invading like a rebel cancer,
Cooling embers dropped upon the carpet of your dreaming,
  Clueless and irreverent, divested of an answer.

Facing facts and shaking sloth, aspiring to achievement,
  The sweetest face, most gorgeous form that ever graced a morning,
Spirit of divinity, of life and not bereavement,
  Bestowed her beauty and her will with every new day dawning.


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Hole (2000)

An absence leaves a hole 
Imagine trying to run before you stroll
You’re left with a learning gap
If you can’ survive your in a deadly trap
Life is a social process that we have to take
Some are unfortunate they have to forsake
The absence left is hard to fill
It’s rolling down before you climb the hill
Imagine not having a father or mother
Image not having a sister or brother
Imagine one of them doing half their role
You will be left with a huge hole


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Life Is Me


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                                           Your 
                  Laughter, visualize 
           My reason, the answer
   It’s not in the sky, life is me


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Captured Love

Captured Love 


Captured love 
My titles are just short descriptions of what eye write 
It tends to make me want to seem to apologize 
But not to them that like it we work for a creator 
This poem is intended to convey it. 
A mother's love is to worry about her child 
to absolutely dread any bad thing 
to manage to disintegrate and hide her longing from most anyone 
but sometimes a lover is allowed a glimpse 
of the infinite inside a heart that makes a person seem so full of love. 
The child in question is someone's daughter 
so full of life and musick she makes my very heart to sing 
in melodies of infinite. 
Then there is a love of The Father a distinct and separate thing. 
The young woman had to ride in an airplane thing. 
A jet or even 741 Jumbo thing or just a smaller one who knoes 
This is the mothers love this is what she said to me 
this is what a lover knoes 
“I can still hear the engine of her plane taking off” 
“she is my baby she is my love” 
This is the love of The Father he is making sure the tickets 
Making sure the fare making certain that the everything is paid for. 
This is the lovers love to make a poem 
and send this to the mother and the child 
in separate envelopes 
they both will smile. 
This is captured love. 


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Get a Place

My dad is little angry but mum is alright.
If they feel different don’t get so tight.
They love me very much that’s why,
They always measure what is my height?

Dad heart is pure consult me always free,
I respect for experience he has knowledge light.
Mum cares for my taste and for a fashion,
Her choice is wonderful and very bright.

They shared my pain and offered happiness,
Sometimes I have argument but they were right.
If partner is in a young age enjoyment is lot,
Money and degree can’t get a place might.

If children are in early age they grown up soon,
Grand will be ever happy in olden age fight.
A right time is a right time and bad time is bad,
Care for your time if you want to enjoy life kite.


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SUPER TERRAIN

The metastatic figure.
He was seeking truth without thought,
being in and out, he was sleepwalking in
dream. I am the absolute, he said. Skeletons
are popping up everywhere. Poor beasts.
And there was the tired flame who
burned all night in vain.

The body was aching after the discovery
of a super terrain. Another earth? or
a conventional aberration? The planet
was heaving with hot clouds. Reason
for a substitute. Right perception of
life was difficult. Everybody was running
in opposite direction for a message.

He dives to pull up the corpse of liberty
locked deep in water. A noble idea to 
free the corrupt world from the bondage
of decaying foundations. Half-truths and
half-lies must live together for the human
survival. Quest of the self ultimately
begs for forgiveness.


SATISH VERMA


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My Poetry

without you, my poetry is
dead, leaving a crack of sadness;

and for this I just may stop,
‘cos the spirits are untreatable;

i hurt my mind…
and shattered my sanity;

better if we have not met, you thought;
i agreed, for you delved too much at the vanity;

and thru the pieces that I may have 
or, may have not given;

and thru the songs that I may have 
or, may have not written;

and I think, maybe I should reconsider 
picking-up the thread of my life, for good grace is 

my heart lasting desire; to start again 
as if it were sunrise, perhaps, I find 

a sweet butterfly, however this may seem 
hope is keeping me alive; unto you
 
eternal peace and joy, I wish
even thru my deepest sorrow.  



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Doesn't Matter

What do you think?
I also have desires,
Doesn’t matter, I am poor,
You are rich.

What do you think?
I amn’t alive for needs,
Doesn’t matter, I can’t afford,
Or you can afford them.

What do you think?
Growth is only your destination,
Doesn’t matter, you can easy maintain,
And it is hard for me.

What do you think?
Respect and honour is only your wealth,
Doesn’t matter, you can easy claim,
And it is hard for me.

What do you think?
Thought comes only in your mind,
It is a matter, you can’t befool me,
Contribution is also my aim.


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Care your keys

If you want to walk don’t look at the sky,
If you fell over you will get only cry,
If you want to walk look down and straight,
If your distance is clear you can run or fly.

If you want to talk, don’t look here and there,
If you miss to match sights nobody will care,
If you will look at the face you feel emotions,
Conversation is rude if feelings aren’t fare.

If you want to lock a house, close all entrances,
If you want to stop relations clear all tenses,
If you want to lock a car, care your keys,
If someone has tracing keys no cares for fences.

If you want to shock someone get a surprise,
If you want to kick someone show how you wise,
If someone is hiding crime he is dangerous,
He shall teach you a lesson when he has a rise.

If you want to choke something use strong hands,
If you want to chock something don’t use bands,
If you want to check anything don’t use blanks,
If you want to joke someone write words on sands.


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Respectable Part

A person is doing well that is remarkable. 
A person is doing well that is appreciable.
A person is doing hard that is arguable,
A person is doing hard that is charitable.

A person wants to do that is easy to eat,
A person wants to do that isn’t his defeat.
A person wants to do that is important,
A person wants to do that is understandable hint.

A person cares for them those are his benefit,
A person cares for them those makes a profit,
A person cares for them those have loving heart,
A person cares for them those have respectable part.

A person doesn’t like who are selfish,
A person doesn’t like who cares not dress,
A person doesn’t like who are in temper,
A person likes them who prefer to live simple.

It is very easy to condemn a person,
It is very easy to blame a person,
It is very easy to offer a replacement
It is very hard to work for betterment.


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Let Me Be


                      Let me be        
                The silver pillow
           On your king size bed,
          Waiting, eagerly, for you 
       ‘Cos you look like my baby,
          And I wish that the night 
          Was long and romantic;
              That’s when my lips
                     Kisses you.


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Easy to Say

Sometimes it is hard to say and hard to decide.
When a person believes in him and had his pride.

Sometimes is easy to say and easy to decide,
When he cooperates and proves a greatness of mind.

Everyone is sensible and polite; they all have a mind,
Few of them know that how to use it for a heart kind.

Everyone has personnel beliefs and respect,
They develop honour and regard as they act.

What is yours and what is mine, we have a fight?
How can we remove crime with an educational light?

You are working to satiate yourself as I also work,
Your eating is as my appetite behaves as a shark.

What is best and what is bad, we fail to decide?
You are better and I am also, it is our pride.


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Violate (2005)

My worst nightmare
The fear is always there
Rape! A coward’s exercise of aggression and control
Violence inside the heart of coal
Hearing the news makes my blood rage and boil
Humiliations that’s reaps from a man made soil
For them it’s a power game
But for us it’s nothing but shame
A human is not there to violate
By the time anyone realise it is often too late


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Modern Generation

We run a commission based agency,
We shall train you professionalism,
What is your choice, what do you want to be?
Whatever you shall earn we charge percentage.
After training job will be guaranteed.

He was unemployed and seeking a job,
He went to the counter and stop there, 
A young lady asked, what is your query? 
I want to be a professional robber,
What is your commission rate?

She called next and asked to a young lad,
What is your query? 
I want to be a professional killer,
If court sentenced me,
How do you charge your rate?

She called next and asked to a young lady,
What is your query? 
I want to be a professional prostitute,
Do you find the customer for me or I shall do?
What is your percentage and how do you charge?

She called next and again asked to a young lad,
What is your query? 
I want to be a professional drug dealer,
Do you supply me or I shall find out myself?
How do you help me to handle the market?

She called next and again asked to a young lad,
What is your query? 
I want to be a professional rape master,
How do you handle the situation?
What is your policy for me and the victimised?

She called them inside and ordered, lock them up, 
Today’s generation is seeking free access,
Money is only their easy target, 
Eat, drink and sleep is their only choice,
There is no better place than a prison.

We need to justify, what do they want?
What is wrong in their attitude?
Why are they so frustrated?
What is wrong in the present system?
Why do they hate to share, is someone hear them?



Details | Rhyme | |

Who Can Stop The Power Of Love?

I’m not Earth, nor Mars---a man’s thing;
But, I keep on floating…and revolving.

So I may say…cold winter‘s fast fading;
How many more days left before spring?

Thou now I smell its untimely presence;
And while hot summer is still far; hence

My timid heart is already sweltering,
As you passes-by every morning.

Whilst I, alone, by the room window
Keep on dreaming…of you, as you go.


Details | Free verse | |

The Empty Space

Everybody has seen it,
In the empty space,
Where the colour had appeared,
And it was known as a rainbow.

Very often after the rain, 
When droplets were quiet,
The winds were enjoying a calm,
The Sun once again warms the land.

Everywhere climax was cool, 
Greenery was catching the eyes,
Nobody can see Air,
But somebody projected a film in the space.
 
Nature was delivering a movie,
‘The mother of all powers,
As a bridegroom has covered her half face,
And her beauty was achieving a special touch.

Dark and white cloud were running a race,
As horses in a racecourse, 
And gathering was screaming,
As Clouds were thundering and lightening.

Freshness was smiling very close,
But the children were playing in Mud,
And also little sparrows,
They were bathing and dancing in little pools.

A Life was smiling everywhere,
As buds were opening their eyes,
And soft leaves were fragmented for new friends, 
Bees and beetle were coming to kiss them.


Details | Free verse | |

Tell Me

Tell me
With out fear 
How to win 
Your heart so dear
In trying, there’s no harm 
I’ll do it, with charm
Especially that 
I love you
But
Don’t tell it 
To your mom
For she will not
Understand, if, I come 
Let me be the one
To spread
The news
First
To your mom
Before she goes mad
In bed, arguing with 
Your over protective dad
‘Cos you’ve disobeyed 
What they’ve laid
In store, for you  
Then 
I’ll share the joy 
To the whole world
If, you’re ready to accept
And willing to hold
My crimson heart…
Just tell me
Without
Fear


Details | Verse | |

A living Treatment

A person is short 
Or a person is tall,
It counts,
How they treat,
When they bad fall.

A person is slim,
Or a person is fat,
It counts,
How they behave,
When they chat.

A person is old,
Or a person is young,
It counts,
How they entertain,
When they sing.

A person is black,
Or a person is white,
It counts,
When they understand,
They cooperate or bite.

A person is physical disable,
Or a person is healthy,
It counts,
How they manage to deal,
It doesn’t count,
They are poor or wealthy.


Details | I do not know? | |

American Sorrow

Wealth and riches beyond the imagination
This country is a majestic nation.
The most powerful on earth and past glory,
It leads the world in fame and superiority.
Its vast riches are equaled only by its people.
The source of its power is in the individual.
And faraway battles marks its determination,
To free the people of the world and end segregation.
Its ability to cope with a depression and wars,
Showed its vitality and its growth,
Into the leader of the world and in its hope that,
Soon one day peace would reign throughout the globe.

But looking inward one can see
The beginning of a malignancy,
A darkened spot in its veil of purity,
The American dream is losing its vitality.
Faceless people walk the streets,
Pushing their carts and looking obsolete.
There is no one there to see them,
The people drives by not seeing the vision.
Who are these people and why aren't home?


Perhaps no one wants to see the vision,
Its too close to home and they would rather not listen,
To the silent cries of their people.
It is just too sad to think about it.
Why don't they just go away and be done with it?
No one wants to deal with it,
These homeless people are yes indeed,
America's sorrow and can' you see,
Our greatness comes from our people,
They need and seek our sympathy.
America is just too great to let it happen,
Each one on us is so important,
We can't afford to waste anyone.



Details | I do not know? | |

Used Cars

Marriage? Pull out the flesh calculator.
Love, number bottom of the list.
Spouse first? Five will do.
Me! YES! One over all!
Sex above the friendship?
Chuckling;
Communication can be established in the golden years.
"My need!" 
"Yes indeed!"
Puzzling thought from my inner being;
Three moments down the bumming road, 
"Can I be truthful?"
Sensual pleasure takes a nose dive.
Backup plan?
Friendship never established in the beginning?
Thinking time! 
The individual thoughts? "It must be the other side lose."
"What about me,  what I want in the desires?"
Yes! 
The trade in! 
The big 'D' word. (Och! From the writer.)
After all this,
I never knew God made people in the image of used cars?
In time, 
Trade-in dealers get traded off to loneliness.


Details | I do not know? | |

The things I should of said...

I like to dream...
I like to dream of all and all of everything...
Recalling the warmth of the oh so distant sunrays...
I could play...
I could play this piano for hours everyday...
Place your fingers on the keys...
Imagine the rythem..
just close your eyes and let your ears hear the screams and signs of the nightly 
music....Things my lips paused to stop me..

I like to bleed...
I like to bleed for all and all for everyone..
Falling in love with all this power..
I would feel pain...
I would feel pain in order to have you live...
Take all the strength I have within...
And freakin use it! 
...the  three words to speak ...that I dread...

I miss you...
I miss being with you...now that your dead...
I should....
I should not have turned away from your loving gaze...
In fear for my heart that I may not bruise it...
I LOVED YOU...
Now I live in regret....please forgiveth me...

... The things I should have said....






Details | I do not know? | |

Living who's Life?

Constellations of no account,
About swimming in nonexistent.
Conceived from thought into breath,
Birth.
Only to live to die all in one stage scene lifetime.
And what obtains the living into reality?
Many things.
Wondering of one,
The idea set from the hearts of numberless.
Stream-flow of the walking average;
Breathe,
Eat,
Work,
Pay taxes,
Cable minded,
Dreaming to tread water,
Never determined to challenge the ordinary.
And final destination,
The path-journey to the realm to a close, 
Earth-existing.
Norm of the influenced world calling this 'the unique way.'
Nevertheless,
 Why do souls quarrel daily in the silent mist against this current-voyage?
Questioning,"Is this it!"
Knowing the theory of de-evolution is true & lives.
From human bowing to less.
O' how dreamers die still living in,
A society declining of fate that seems to never-end.


Details | I do not know? | |

No Thanks

Seeing the cries of ocean being formed by individual tears.
Observing the lies that deceive itself as passion for one another.
The ground hold no footprints of long journeys into charity.
Is love more than what one wants?
Is it beyond the desires of the soul?
Why than the numerous drown in such confusion of beauty?
Woe is the heart of the multiplied-
Man thinketh better, 
Breaking the rules of tenderness.
Adding only to subtract-
Simplicity taken into the abyss of no yearning.
Blaspheme!
Poisoned water.
Drinketh?
No thanks,
I'll just ride off to the next waterhole!