He has been stepped on
He has been hated on
But he still stands and rises above pain
Wars came, left relatives dead
He cried, he trembled
But he still stands
Once regretted his birth
Once thought of taking his life.
Thunder strikes and that’s enough
To make him gain strength
To aim higher and rise above pain
He is now rising above pain
Trying everything to clean his brain
If he was created in God’s image?
Why can’t God take care of His image?
Questions he couldn’t find answers to
Friends all gone,
The only family he has ever known
Streets become his home,
Starving to death,
Could not hold his breath
But still standing strong
And promises to rise above pain..
A_Abalone by the sea floats to shore then adored
B_Bonnets of the world put my heart in a furl not bored
C_Conch alive how their song can jive
D_Dove Shell rings my bell not like bee hive
E_Egg Shell poached with the quail
F_Flamingo Tongue_Cyphoma Gibbosum lives by Opposum Dale
G_Goblet of gold stories of you many which are untold
H_Helmet of the sea seahorses shield from Stingrays stinging bee hold
I_Irish Baking Dish let's fix those Tuna Fish
J_Janthina what a shell purple with great knish
K_K Shell not from the sea but part of space nearest nuclei
L_Limpet shell star colored like stars in the universe that fly
M_Money Cowrie_Cypraea moneta_once used for money
N_Nutmeg Shell_Cancellaria Reticulata it's articulata, honey
O_Ostrich Foot Sea Shell looking like a spiraling universe
P_ Purple Turritella spiraling like universe in color submerse
Q_Quest on seeking shells, name it quit or quint and be different
R_Red Moon Sea Shell similar to the clam but red color current
S_Starfish decorates earth's seas
T_Tiger Moon those cat's stripes I see
U_Umbilical Egg Cowrice with your spots
V_Veluntina with your pink hew but not dots
W_Whelk definitely not a woods roaming Elk
X_Xenophoridae shells so varied not spelk
Y_Yellow Helmet exotic shell
Z_Zesty be one's hunt and name a shell Zell...
Shells by the sea shore, fun to find and collect galore
Can you name them all now or do you need to learn more?
Sponsor: Cyndi MacMillan
Contest:Z is for Zaria: An ABC Couplet
**I am a nearly seventy year old mother, grandmother, and great grandmother..I enjoy going to the seashore for vacation..I have always enjoyed picking up seashells and wondered if they all had names..Well, there are over 15,000 different kind of sea creatures that live in those shells and some have not been named..
You've got to be kidding
the light of our life
A gift of academic rife
the key to a bright and
A glue that joins our
dreams like a suture
A path to divine success
A smooth drive to our
gives our thinking a
And helps drive away all
It leads us to the path of
And gives our tomorrow a
the process of teaching and
Which will help us in our
shaping our true character
is the motto
Leading to a successful life
it is the major factor
The progressive discovery
of our true self
And exploitation of the
potentials of oneself
a better safeguard of liberty
than a standing army
A life boat that see us
through our days of stormy
A torch of academic
And package of inner
the key to unlock the
golden door of freedom
And stage our rise to
A life sustaining material
Without it we can’t lead a
life which is congenial
not all about bookish
But it is also about practical
makes a person stand up
on his on toes
And helps a person to fight
with all his foes
A fundamental foundation
For any country state or
A thick line between right
A ladder that takes us to
the height where we belong
Mother of all profession
That helps acquires all our
Is our right
For in it our future is bright
“WEAKNESS IN HIS STRENGTH”
Weakness in his strength
Born by hatred and raised by anger
He felt like his life was hangin on a hanger
Poor little one,
People loved his dad, but to him he was dead
His dad’s name, in his senses
Covered by memories
And surrounded by sadness
He said he had seen the worst
But he is not the first
He had failure as his big brother
Hatred kept near them as their mother
He thanked God for every breath
But could not find the weakness in his strength
The weakness in his strength
Poor little one, with his
Weakness in his strength
Lights looked bright to others but to him
They looked deem
Funeral for his mother…
Dead and gone was Mrs. Hatred
That’s the moment he forgot about hate and
Decided to move in with dad,
Living Mr. Anger alone which left him mad
Success, a beautiful lady his dad
Started dating last weak
She was introduced to him
But still felt weak
Education, who she met at school and changed his life
Who she later made his wife
Had to hire a babysitter by the name of health
After having a baby who they named wealth.
The weakness in his strength
Weakness in his strength
Started facing death.
I was so 'afraid of it happening',
because of what my life was turning into.
I was getting ready on going to 'F.S.U.', to try and
become a 'Meteorologist/Astronomer/Computer Science Engineer.
I was so 'afraid of it happening'.
Now I have a hard time remembering things that I just thought of.
I have a thought, but next there gone. That's scary! My only control over forgetting
is writing down my days. If I remember that.
I was so 'afraid of it happening'.
It's really horrible. When I want to remember. I can't! When I'm not paying
attention to what ever is happening. I can remember that.
Some moments I think that I shouldn't 'FEEL'.
Because that's the only thing I have to keep me away from things.
I was so 'afraid of it happening', yet
I just want to finish living my life
plus making my life better than it was. :-(
Where my life is heading right now.
I sure hope that it will make my mother Happy.
I started at 'Marchman Technical Education Center,'
to try and find out what I am good at. I graduated 'Commercial Foods'
class with a 'Certificate'. I can remember myself before 'Surgery'!!!!!
I then got a new job. It is a lot better than my last one! :-) There
are many ways to make my life better, the thing is, I need to find them!
Neutrality in your colour seduces me and overwhelms my pride.
Originality in your words attracts me and drives my senses to you.
Prenuptial agreement, I must sign, without delay.
Quest no more! You are my type of girl.
You are with no doubt the woman of my heart
ABC of Poetry
A is for Abcedarian which is what is this poem’s aim
B is for Blank Verse which is metered rhyme with scheme
C is for Chant Royal with six stanzas, same refrain
D is for Doidotsu a funny folk song from Japan
E is for Ekphrasis concerning Objects 'D Art
F is for Free Verse, flowing directly from the heart
G is for Ghazal. telling of love’s beauty, despite pain
H is for Heroic Couplets, tales imparted by rhymes and iambs
I is for Idyll, depicting a peaceful scene
J is for Just a blank page, this form is not yet seen
K is for Kwansaba. adhering strictly to number seven
L is for Lyric, to express our thoughts and feelings
M is for Monorhyme, a story with just one rhyme
N is for Narrative, when a story takes a long time
O is for Ode, a poeme, serious and meditative
P is for Personification, when inanimate things show feeling
Q is for Questionku that of course ends with a question
R is for Romanticism where love is very personal
S is for Sapphic Stanzas where syllables ebb and flow
T is for a Tanka, a rather elongated Haiku
U is for Undulating, words to rhyme and then to verse
V is for Villanelle, that repeats a refrain for emphasis
W is for Writers Affirmation when our Muse has disappeared
X is for the X rated not a form, and not found here
Y is for Yodel...... that's a form not written but sung
Z is for ZaniLa Rhyme that flows smoothly on the tongue.
So many things to remember to create our poems and rhymes
We celebrate our muses over centuries of time.
This is the day which the lord hath made;
We will rejoice and be glad in it.
But we rather be sad in it
We rather hate in it
Kill, Steal and Destroy
Boast about our joy
Money, Cars and Cloths
Tell us you got all the hoes
Why do are women want to be hoes
Why we dancing on poles
Men don’t you know women are a key ingredient to our souls
Women don’t you know, your worth more than pure gold
Platinum, Crystals, and Diamonds
This is the day which the lord hath made;
We will rejoice and be glade in it.
That is the only way we are going to save our planet
We have to make our way, because we are here to stay
Hold on to what is right, believing in your rights
Love is the only weapon you need to fight
Because This is the Day where everything change
This is the Day where we are only calling on one name
This is the Day where we all get to see them fancy things
This is the Day where there are no more nightmares and only dreams
This is the Day where you will see greener pastures and blue streams
This is the Day where we all are announced kings and queens
This is the Day Heaven begins to sing
A wish to break free from all the tensions and stress,
Pressure to perform or because of low marks distress,
Bombarding on the brain by parents and all teachers,
The soul of a science student is really much harassed.
A wish to break free from this monotonous schedule round the clock,
From college to tuitions and from tuitions back,
No time for self study, no time to get a grip,
The hectic schedule has all the capacity from the brain hacked.
A wish to break free from the rat race around,
The peer pressure and strain that continuously surround,
The fatal competition that burdens the soul,
Each moment living in fear of losing the ground.
A wish to break free from the inhumane touch,
Of those lecturers who don’t care as much,
As the ones who care but can’t be there,
To show support and encourage and all such.
A wish to break free from the wrongs happening in the world,
The laws and the rules working against certain student lot,
Adding to the already existing pressure on these tender minds,
Making the heads fuming and hot.
A wish to break free from the deep rooted ill logic,
Present in a subject that scatters all its magic,
The memorizing and roting that is so much required,
That makes the studying all the more tragic.
A wish to break free is the soul’s earnest cry,
A wish to break the barriers, to soar and to fly,
A wish to be science-minded individuals by choice, not by force,
And to be found some years hence, where our hearts lie…
All started small
But soon began to grow
Our academics and sports
Shaped us all
All started small
But soon began to flow
Our peace and unity
Shaped us all
All started small
But soon began to score
Our soccer team
Shaped us all
All started small
But soon began to show
Our volleyball championship
Shaped us all
All started small
But soon on the go
Our new realized athlete
Shaped us all
All stated small
But soon approach its goal
Our Cambridge results
Shaped us all.
When you lose a big, important game,
you feel like the world has turned on you,
like it is your fault,
you feel down,
and wonder why this had to happen,
were you ready?
Instead of thinking about what you did wrong,
and focusing on that it was your fault,
think about what YOU could do better,
how things could have turned around
And maybe, just maybe those things will come true.
SOMETIMES I WONDER IF , WHAT OUR HEROES IN HISTORY REALLY DID ANYTHING BECAUSE THEY FOUGHT SO HARD TO ABOLISH THAT WORD NIGGA.. NOW EVERY ONE IS BRING BACK IT HAS NOW BECOME POPULAR WORD . SOMETIMES I CALL IT #UNSPOKEN REASON BECAUSE SOMETIMES U SAY THING AND THEN THEY GET OFFEND BUT I AM SPEAKING OUT NOW. SO WHAT I AM SAYING IS TOO UNDERSTAND WHAT I AM WRITING . MY NIGGA ,WATS NIGGGA PEOPLE LISTEN TO WELL AND CLEAR WITH UNDERSTANDING NIGGA IS NOT AN FRIENDLY WORLD IS A DEGRADING WORD . DID OUR ANCESTOR FOUGHT LONG AND HARD BECAUSE IT DIDN'T HAPPEN OVER NIGHT THEY TO FOUGHT STRONG.
WHAT I DON'T GET IS IF A WHITE PERSON CALL U A NIGGA YOU GET OFFEND SO WHY IS OK FOR ONLY BLACKS TO SAY IT TO ANOTHER ITS SAME DEGRADING WORD AND THERE THE SAME SPELLING AND EVERYTHING. SO THINK TWICE BEFORE U SAY NIGGA OUT LOUD..
I love the greatness
I must steal the greatness!
My name is Eddy
And I am full of surprises
But I only go for civilized buddies
Since they need to complete a series of passes
If you want to see these surprises
You need to be very flexible
Because there’s high prices
But that does not have to stop you from eating at my table
I am honored country wide, and internationally
That’s why my presence is a concern for every leader
I am the speech discussed nationally
Since I provide survival for these who step up my ladder
Try me and you shall see
Follow me and you shall bealive
Carry me along and you shall be the witness
Trust me and you shall be the greatest and most respected
If u can’t recognize me well, my name in full is EDUCATION
By N.H Kandjimi
It’s funny how
The universities are still in business
Of producing graduates
That speak funny English
And hardly make invention
And the stock market falls
Down street tumbles
That lets people buy
And make profit
Like grandpa used to say,
True intellectualism died
In the year 1929
With the rise in acumen inflation
It was then that
This Federal Reserve of Ignorance
The true villain of this quandary
Traces its genesis
Hope that explains succinct
This universal impotence
Never give up
Garden of hope
If all the world's religions
were condensed into only two;
Would it help you in deciding
which proves false, which true?
Well, it's been done already,
a very long time ago -
In the contrast of Cain and Abel,
God's true worship to show.
One came unto God proudly,
by way of the works of his hand.
The other one came contritely,
in the way of God's command.
Cain's offer to God was bloodless,
signifing he felt no need
of the grace God has provided,
by Christ - Abraham's promised seed.
Abel came with the chosen sacrifice
shown in type and shadow before -
as Adam clothed with animal skin,
and the sacrifice the alter bore.
The worshipping of false gods,
is the most common one to see.
It is so natural to carnel thinking,
that nothing is ever free.
These are the two religions,
though, many shades of one there be:
that of works - but, not of grace,
grace is God's gift, work free.
Gen.22:8 Abraham said..."God will provide
HIMSELFa lamb for a burnt offering"...
Isa. 55:1..."come, without money, and buy"...
Ephes.2:8&9..."it is the gift of God: not of works,
lest any man should boast"...
Rom.8:7 " The carnel mind is inmity"....
1Cor.2:14"The natural man receiveth not"...
Life is a gamble, you win you'll loose
They price as you bargin.
Where I assumed each category fell
Into different areas to be protected;
Such as most frequent:
Though there are many different choices,
As we choose them; which are the most
Common such as:
*Abuse and Neglect
These are certain things that have lead us
Into trouble like cops and jail-time, if not chosen
Properly; or carefully
So please choose wisely just say no! As
D.A.R.E. becomes the rock to survival. Stay ahead
And not on the run have fun, but not too much: know
When to quit.
Don't let go of the little things, keep in mind time is presious...
Don't get wasted or loose control of what's in front of you.
Don't be dumb to retrieve dumbness of your only intelligence, be
Smart and live. Don't let friends or anyone else drive while under
The influence of any subtence including NyQuil...
A TRIBUTE TO ALL OUR POLICE OFFICERS
i dont know why but i wish i new what becomes of a broken heartache.i dont
know nobody knows its confusing but 1 day we will figure it out
A is for apple her favourite food.
N is for nelly fortado her favourite singer.
G is for green her favourite colour.
E is for easter her favourite holiday.
L is for lilly her favourite flower.
Early in the Morning, Brightness Arouses
Symbolizing a new born day,
That all species have observed since the 90s,
Of which, are the Wonders of the day
Wonders of the day!!! Wonders of the day!!!
Yelling all chicken, dogs, people, birds and more species even,
Wondering what makes up the world and how it was made,
In search of answers through research and experiments
Wonders of the day!!! Wonders of the day!!!
Brings joy to some, but sadness to others,
Enlightens all humans, and provides light to all
Wonders of the day!!! Wonders of the day!!!
Expected to bring change, than destruction,
As from now Onwards, One should be reminded, that…
The wonders of the day are as wonderful as planned by the Creator,
Therefore, A new day should also mean a new definition of our Personalities
By N.H Kandjimi
You helped me and pushed me through all the hard work, you encourage me to
believe in me. You told me that education was a good for a better why of life. You
told me that without education I’m choosing a hard life. You pushed me to do
more than I could do and I thank you.
Mrs. Spriggs on this day I like to tell you thanks for helping me when things got
tough. I know this poem this poem is not enough to tell you thanks for everything
you done for me but thanks for guiding me and pushing me to do better than I
can do, you encourage me to find in me someone better thanks. Thanks for not
giving up on me when this got tough.
Thanks for being there when I needed you, thanks for helping me out through
these two last years, thanks for being more than a teacher a friend to me, thanks
for taking some of your time in helping me but not just me all my classmates too
I’m share with all there heart they thank you too for everything you done for them
thank you, thanks for believing in me and trusting me, thanks for not quieting on
me, thanks for all your support.
You give me the confidence to be a better person and made me believe in me,
thank you for changing my life, thank you for being that special teacher that
helped me change my life. Thank you and I hope you help other kids like you
“Bring back our girls”: a silent whisper now the global anthem,
Re-echoing the opposing bells to our corrupt system
Is this the prospect sought-after by our patriotic gem?
Nigeria! Listen to the loud tears of your future stem,
Give joy to daughter-hood; salvage them.
But wait! Bombing at first now abducting,
And our tomorrow, they take liberty in destroying:
Creeping into our streets with arsenals uninviting;
Kai! Things are falling apart swiftly, as a mountain erupting.
Oh! Once upon a time in Chibok
Unraveling the serene puzzles gazing from our books;
Reading and playing to pass examination’s hook
Girls in tender uniforms with big dreams,
Insuring their future on the seedbed of academic teams,
Rain-date indeed! Absent from our schemes;
Little wonder you were abducted; as in Nollywood films,
Shai! Where is God in this scenario? It seems.
Sister Wm. Mary
I never learned a lesson when I was still a child.
My father didn’t have the time so I just ran wild.
Mama told me, “God would never leave my side”.
But I’ve been alone all my life with no one as a guide.
I was a young man on a journey through life.
Always wonder how I’d make out when I took a wife.
I wanted to be cool but I didn’t understand.
Why an under sexed nun would take me by the hand.
When she touched me unexpectedly in a private place.
I pushed her hand away and she slapped my face.
She told me to be still, it isn’t going to hurt.
I wondered what she’s thinking as she lifted up my shirt.
My teardrops fell my heart beat fast, it seemed to last so long.
And as I shook she stroked my hair, I knew that this was wrong.
I took the long way home that day hoping for relief.
But I knew I could tell no one it’s too hard to believe.
And so it went on for the next couple years.
I noticed a change when I cried without tears.
No one else noticed as I began to withdraw.
Not my mother or my father, no one at all.
So I fought back the tears and I tried to pretend.
I swore that I’d kill her if she touched me again.
I asked God to help me but he never came.
Then it suddenly dawned on me, I was to blame.
Now here I sit weary almost sixty one.
Depressed and exhausted with no place to run.
So when I was asked who took my cherry,
All I can say, “it was sister Wm. Mary”.
Vintage Postal Stamp ( Poem )
Turn of the century Vintage Stamps
Traceable history make value enhance
Prices get higher as the years go by
Dream of finding one valued so high
Extremely fine with the perfect gum
Designer flaws bring high premium
Famous from error illustration
Collection of art inspiration
We are crazy for detailed graphics
Finding rare depends on the markets
Unused are the old collectibles
Their worth can be unbelievable
View history with a new focus
My playlist is something to notice
By : Doris Anne Beaulieu
C is for caring
O is for opps
L is for loving
L is for literacy
E is for elected
E is for exited
N is for natural
for a very close friend colleen laforme
I saw something yesterday let me
share the news
Put things in perspective and gave
me the blues
This is the story and it’s all I know
Don’t judge my writing if it don’t flow
I dude the other day rented a beamer
A poor boy with no toys
Always wanted a rich man’s
He was driving through town and
said Ah oh!
He was driving to fast
And pasted a Poe poe
Soon in the mirror blue lights
He was scared to go to jail for what
Part of him knew to pull over
But going to jail was his fear
He mashed the clutch
And threw it in third gear
A little boy woke up and said what’s
After he just left the poe poe in the
Said don’t worry just go back to
But damn boy the car is sweet
Going 125 and approaching a curve
Hit a deer and lost control
The car flipped over 14 times
And one third
He woke in the ambulance
And asked “where’s my boy”
I had to say all we found
Were empty beer bottles and toys
Wake up little Sid!
you have to succeed.
Choose your maddest dream,
whatever it,don't be ashame.
Place your hand on the heart,
and ask it what it want?
take your first step forward,
i know u are enough smart.
Do things what you want,
try to shine like the Sun.
Makes all proud,
think some loud;
one day you will overcome.
Addiction is a curse but not from god
It plays role of havoc to the body
And empties their wallets!
It is a strong disease that no doctor or shrink can cure it
With will power that goes weakend,and your mind goes out of control!
Once your addicted to any vice your choices are very limited it becomes
Between the day and night that inner ugly monster takes over
Destroy that ability to respond or fight it
It's possible to regain the control of the body thru mind and the soul
And only a prescription is a strong conviction
Addiction is just another curse that leaves you poor
By Brian Otoole
Praying for dollar figures
Calling your brothers niggers
Killing our teachers
Disrespecting our elderly
Your conscience rests within
Selling death to your people
For money you commit evil
Ready to kill
Conflicts settled by gun fire
Reason is lost
Believing the streets is all that's
Live fast, die young
Dying to live
Living to die
Fighting without cause
Fighting each other
123 nurse says push babies first breath babies first cry baby looking mama in the eye beautiful site
123 baby teething baby shots so many tears mama wishes she could stop yet learning
words and making friends well half way anyway teaching that no no can go both ways
Shes mastering abc's and saying thank you and please all in 1 2 3 she might even be a prodigy
1 2 3 everyones applauding at her first speech and shes going out for ice cream chocolate her favorite flavor without the cheery on top just to sweet
daddy kisses mama on the cheek at least hes not not drunk just happy when happy drunk he tounges he punches walls not tonight hes happy cause shes graduating
1 2 3 shes about to pop the question daddy mama can i have a boyfriend an argument quickly ensues daddys mad cause mamas not taking it serious enough she laughed that was the wrong thing to do at home the girl goes straight to the room.
1 2 3 the arguing has finally ceased but theres a creaking down the hall 123 theres a stranger entering the room its to dark to see but she knows its her daddy hes come to give her a whippin at this time of night and hes telling her shes deserving of it all and tonight he says hell teach her about life 123 this this is wrong and they both know it hes going to molest her hes going to wreck her at 13 when she had her whole life ahead of her
1 2 3 bang theres a gasp mama pulled the trigger daddy took his last breath theres blood on the bed mama holds her daughter and cries
123 ambulance announce him dead on scene mamas put in handcuffs daughter goes to foster care mama in jail until the court date life is hell for the both of them till the judge speaks his peace he says for the crime commited i give you no time for protecting your child from a monster in the dark but i give you three seconds to leave this court room before i give you more than just community service and in 123 they escaped the courtroom to freedom never looking back
TAKE SOME STEPS
Let not fear control your life
regardless of any strife or figurative
knife and be neither a puppet nor a victim
of any kind
If a talking horse and his owner can
overcome fear with out beer anyone can-
there is no need for a pan but to push
The proverbial match has been lit
you have to hatch a plan soon and take
some steps or burn-the best decisions
are never made hastily nor selfishly
we have missed you
we really do
it's not the same
we sit here in shame
i love you
you no its true
dance when you can.
there are different ways of dancing.
there's slow dancing.
but every time you dance......................
your dancing different.
all you need is music.
then just dance dance dance!!!
One day a lucky star dropped on the earth,
And asked me what do you want?
Atrue friend or a million dollars,
Or either of the none?
I said a million dollars would I take,
For a nice future for me to make,
As I already have you-
Who forever did my happiness sew.
He is one of my friends I am lucky to get-
To lend his helping hand he is never too late;
He is the one I can never hate-
He is my buddy since my childhood days.
I wish I have you for the rest of the life;
Let our friendship go more ripe;
When we rest in peace let's do together--
And wish we be like this ,times and after.
Its for sure
He will shine
As the best
Amongst the nine!!!
Millions of dewdrops greet the dawn,
As hungry of bees buzz the clover,
Dazzling butterflies flutter about,
As moms give love the world over.
Lessons learned at our mother’s knee,
Last a lifetime till we grow older,
Popping up when troubles accrue,
Like a whispering angel on our shoulder.
Gods gives us friends that mean so much,
Children, fathers, sisters and brothers,
Though far, far above all the rest,
No one loves us more than our mothers.
In and out of friendships, jobs and partners,
Our mothers always remain our evening star.
Those who where born to a selfish mom,
Make the rest us realize how lucky we are.
How great life is to have a good mom,
Who reads what we feel but can’t say.
Nothing means as much as her tender touch,
And for all who are without one, “we pray.”
Every part is good,
but nothing like the head!
it helps us to plan,
and keep the knowledge we use.
The brain in the skull,
helps us to think,
although it's hard,
to realise it.
Nothing better than the head,
the source of every thing,
and the foundation for all.
The eyes on the head,
helps us to see,
and the ears on the head,
help us to hear what's right and wrong.
The secret behind the head,
it's really difficult to know,
but the teachers of ours knows,
the secret about the head.
Nothing good like the head,
the master of every part
and nothing bad like it,
the source of cry when you get sick.
You just Sit and think,
the importance of the head,
really it's good,
to know about the head.
The hair on the head
makes us smart,
the Whites and the Blacks.
Nothing great like the head,
the store of everything including our brain,
the head is great in life
which is the store of all what we think,
and that we hope to think.
The mouth on the head as well as the teeth,
helps us alot,
to taste what's good and to speak
what's right for others to learn.
I say that it's wrong,
to forget the nose,
that helps us the poor and the rich,
to breath and smell.
Oh, my God!
the head is the head,
the engine of every part,
except the heart which keeps our life.
Ask Carol Brown,
she will tell you the truth,
about the secret of the head,
that helps the wise,
to think and plan what's good for us.
This is not a dream,
but the fact about the head.
An uneasy blood cascades
in the slender arteries
that I wanted to touch
disappear into twilight of memory.
Always a sense of bereavement.
why do I care for you ?
Time drops like an old coin
in the hands of a drifter.
Take away my sleep
I want to wake for the whole night
and recite the unwritten poems.
Again life had been very kind to me
I am free to face
muse and sorrow.
When I was born
Somebody might have thought, ‘he is going to bring wealth’,
It was hard to look outside
Though some might have thought, ‘he is going to be a visionary’,
I cried, I was innocent and I was well-thought-of
Someone might have thought, ’he will be famed’.
I wondered, the world so crazy -
At first breath, why they are so dependent on me?
The poor baby in me stepped as a kid
ABCDE became easy.
One plus two equals to three
Later multiplications and divisions
Ruined my vital capacity.
I gave up with arithmetic and outraged against history
I wondered and grew, why the people lived with such difficulty!!!
Earth core, landmasses, oceans made me clear
But altitude and latitude made it heavier.
Left with literature, I made it going
Yet, recitation and dictation made it receding.
Primary came out of struggles
And later in high school came with more hurdles.
Erstwhile subjects totted by unwanted hindrances
Physics, Chemistry and Bio-Logy were additional weightages.
Accompanied by curricularism
Sports, paintings and crafts became to be favoritism.
Someone might have thought, ‘his mind is full of asceticism’.
Cried with science
And accountancy gave back my smile,
Calculator and company books
Were carried for rest of the time.
Someone might have thought then, ‘he will be a quaestor’.
I was wondering, ‘what will make my profile!!!’
Confusion and complexity aroused
And after my masters
Am I heading to be Manager?
I summed up my weaknesses
And was not left with any strengths
I switched on my bulb without filament
And I oohed myself
Did I end up as a writer then???
He runs his fingers through your
With each stare
A kiss of passion left you
Your inner most secrets seemed
to fly out of the door,
but when he unzipped your pants
The sensation of emotions filled
you to the core.
He begins to enter your pool of
Moaning to the actions of each
thrust one can trust.
The education he's teaching can
be taught as lust.
The venture took you to another
As he sips on the fine wine and
The dribble did not go to waste,
cause he went down for another taste.
The both of you reached
discrete, yet reaching the goals each seeks
that will last for weeks.
Making love is an art and fashion
When it can give you a since of
My friend Ken
He acts like a ten
He steals my email accounts
And spills tea all over my floor
He makes an awful mess in the kitchen
And you really don't want to use the loo "post Ken"
Ken smells too.
I hope that he reads this.
"Just one alphabet,
an imprint on the brain,
and you'll never forget
or be puzzled again.
If you use your head,
you can save your feet;
the mind must be fed
and a book is a treat.
Reading and writing
are private activities,
but mingling's the thing
in your towns and your cities.
The retail and wholesale
of popular cultures:
peacock and nightingale
enjoyed by vultures.
One day in the evening,
you'll want to impart
the frustrated meaning
that's hurting your heart.
the product of fear,
but all happy endings
are perfectly clear.
And something is learned
when professors are fooled
and the children are turned
into the over-schooled -
Don't study too long,
after you're literate,
go totally wrong
and still be an idiot."
in the coldest winter ever, i learned to b-more careful
skool of hard knocks taught me to be more street smart
you see i grew up in the bronx
but mommy made it disney world
cause i was her only baby girl
i still saw the misery and learned real early that it loves company
so i should'nt talk to strangers or they'd put me in danger
introduce me to the things i shouldn't know
i learned to be a little lady not have my 14th birthday baby shower party
my aunties already knew the code of the streets and i learned to decode the
messages my mother taught me by kickin the cypher
I tried to keep my ear to the streets and learn the stories of the lifas
i wanted to be well-rounded so when i stepped of the curb i would still remain
i wasn't at the number hole or in the corner set-up I kept my head up
I was lookin for the light at the end of the ghetto
i wasn't gon' let it take me in circles
Cause i knew i had to do some new shiit
cause in the coldest winter ever i became more clever
I Learned why mommy said don't go exposin ya gold in the ghetto
wear a sweater
i see people dying in the streets families have no food to eat while rich are living high of the
dog there are people struggling trying to find decent jobs i see people going out there
commiting crimes young children dying before there time i mean what did we do to deserve
this seeing are people die for no perpose i mean let me speek the the truth at times is there
is no some hope for to days youth i say this because there are kids out there saling drugs
smoking bud and it bugs me how they are trying to be like these images you see on tv when
all they need is a dose of reality actuality this is not the way its sopose to be its no good for
me its pathetic to see how this could ever be so much poverty and animosity possibly not
just effecting us localy in our own community but also nationaly.
God was in the begining,
When the begining began to
Now if your waiting on god to
finish something, don't forget,
even time is waiting on god.
For what god is working on,
is already complete and time is
waiting to catch up with it.
Think about it.
For the tears I cry u hold me tight
Are the tears that turn into dreams at night.
I peep into, my window glass
And watch the brightest stars go pass.
For the smiles I make
Are the ones you gave
That helped me up and be so brave.
When I fall,you catch me
and hold me close
the love you give me
helps me grow the most
I seek no danger,
You guide me way
So when I need to cry
Im down to pray.
At times when im lonely
I pled for help
Thanks for being there for me
And the promises you kept.
At beginning, certain derivatives escaped form,
Growing here, I joined keen living mighty names,
Obtaining poetic qualification, returned sweetly,
Telling universally valiant words,
Xeroxing yearlong zeal
This world steal,kill,and it ain't real cold world. mama and papa gone your house is a
empty home cold world. No school baby growing up don't know what to do cold world. Her
Cool World just Turn in to a Cold World. Lift with tears and swat from off her back lift
along is like a slow song but a deaf life you cant hear the bone broke from out the live
off the young one repeat Cold world.
Where is my angel of love
That protects me from above
I look here and there
I feel so bear and alone
Can my angel be gone
Sleep is no rest
My eyes look for my angel
Old heart don't fail me
Is my angel gone
Has heaven closed to the poor
Are all her gates shut
Angel please help me here
I'm alone in fear
Old angel please let me hear
Thy sweet words old dear
you taught me the privilege to stand up for myself you taught me how to be honest and cherish America wealth and health you taught me the different thing about my beautiful America you taught me that I can eat different foods that I can choose from beautiful America you taught me that I can get a education for my self and be accepted by this world of beautiful American people from different walk of life
you taught me how to work and earn money independently for my self and you taught me how to live independent on my own beautiful America you taught me how to read and write and go to school to become something greater in life you made a past you made a present and now you made a future. Beautiful America you are raising a world full of beautiful American people beautiful America you taught us about the different people who come from different cultures are accepted by the American people. Beautiful America you taught me to vote for my rights and live to my own freedom. beautiful America you gave us our presidents to obey the congress law and follow behind the laws of rights. Beautiful America you gave us the statue of liberty and justice you taught us how to respect people from different walks of life
you gave us hope for tomorrow even though what happen to us on 9/11 you never gave up on us yes we were destroyed by the enemy but you gave us the power to comeback again you are a true nation beautiful America you let women's
have the right to vote and to speak their peace of mind. Beautiful America you have the most wonderful sports leagues in the world beautiful America you are a winner not a loser god bless beautiful America
I take a refuge in desire.
‘Seeing act’ strangulates.
I suffer in the mists of defeat,
there is no evidence.
One attachment catches the conflict.
The fading light of moon burns my pillow,
transcripts impenetrable theme.
Conceiving a problem
in the shifting sands, life seeks
a view of words and enjoys the discreet
We play the game again & again,
feed our egos. Study the sorrow
and give charity to the torn flags
of pride and hunger.
The fear does not end,
the looking does not stop.
Each answer leaps to a grief.
The chronicle of squeezed holocaust.
we were hurting each other
humming a song.
Violence of non-violence was more evident.
Life is a hassel,
that is full of pain,
but sometimes there
is too much to sustain,
so let your eyes
shed tears of light,
and let your sorrow
come out tonight.
The next day,
your thriving for a new life,
and that is when,
you pull out the knife,
the cool blade slides
across your wrists,
releasing the life within you,
and creating the mists,
for a moment your body
becomes completely numb,
then you think to yourself,
how could i be so dumb?
Then I'm walking down,
a long dark hallway,
nothing to be found,
can't even tell if it is
night or day,
now i know that i had
made the wrong decision,
but it is too late to correct it,
this is my fate, and now,
i must deal with it.
But this is not life,
this is just my bad choice,
and since i pulled the knife,
now i have no voice,
demons made decisions
for me now,
and satan sits there,
upon his chair,
and don't ask why or how,
why you are here now,
all of this is not unfair,
nothing can help me,
not even a prayer.
my thoughts never touched,
the moonlight fades on my window.
The vague gratification,
falls silently on my mind.
Pausing on relativity,
I open the door to eternity.
Vast loneliness of qualms,
like the cult of dancing doubts
where was the choice?
I felt guilty at the fall of truth.
Black grass was not my doing.
My blood dripped
on every count, on every tear.
I don’t need questions anymore.
Give me landmarks.
Darkness was for me.
I will walk relentlessly
in search of light.
Alone, you will remember the fire,
the spent spark in woods.
It makes a difference
when you are picking flowers.
Bring out your integrity
genesis is imploding
in the murderous womb.
Multilinear mutinies have started
in red blooms
igniting the sky.
An old woman walks on the street
eating the shadows of sun.
The king will give her a gift of moon.
How the earth has been flattened
by the pawns of Resurrection?
Life has never been the same.
Purely undone for the death
milk of silence in dark.
The cow is sitting on the singing dust.
Fear was not me I was listening
the wheezing sound of changing winds.
The snakes are coming out of the trenches.
Anointment of any prefix was hurting
I started shedding the names.
To fill the void, dialogues were not sufficient.
So many of thorns, without seeing,
in flesh, reading the closed mind, to
reach the inner blue.
After dark bloody spills on the rose petals,
you stagger on white tendons;
cracking the fright, peeling off the truth.
How nervous was the death to tread in.
In the pit, no sound, no hiding.
Deep down was hung a turmoil.
calling a name, when night was sad
and lightning was lifting the clouds.
The city of stones in me, the solar system
the galaxies, were stumbling out in defeat.
The search was absolute,
truth was not.
The shades of impermanence
and flowing emotions merged.
I stood between the reality
and tilting shadows of time zones.
The distance had created
metaphors and I was weary of pretentions.
The deep sorrow nurtured
a grain of truth
an essence of time.
Earth shuddered in the
process of integumentation.
I trampled on the grass
as if to find the ozone.
Impatience scattered the wings.
I smelled the stone.
Take me not to gloom of death,
the immeasurable pain
I will find the ultimate path.
It was not easy to uncondition the lips.
Mute genes had become my potency.
Unworded a voice rose in the east,
At cultural opening of thin
layers of faith & consciousness,
a new breed of angels was
romping on our souls.
I suffered again for tiny spaces
between the thoughts.
Death cannot be intrusive.
It waits at the door of light.
The show will start when truth dies.
I go again for the reality of anticlimax,
the anxiety of endless flights into fantasies,
the hallucinations of falling trees.
Give me some space to pedal
the silken smoke of dark truths.
There was fire in my heart
and eternal burning
of a lake. I cared for tears,
the eerie memories.
The age-old pain of seeking
the liberation from twisted symbols,
simple measures of
finding a passage to unknown.
You said you were grief,
the marbled tears will not flow.
Was it not much softer
to accept the life
as a design of death?
You needed the continuity of the sorrow.
Why were you seeking the ending ?
The visible effect was mirage,
the guilt of genocide.
We emptied our tatoos
on the road,
driving the emotions to insanity
Everything moved towards
the precipice, rejecting the sky.
Sorrow was part of joy, my adversary.
I wished to separate
the fear from the cells.
The pain of perennial setbacks chipped away the ladders.
I stood there at the level
of death, demanding rocks.
Let it be as such,
my long cut tear,
Do not dramatize the wound
and put it as an exhibit.
No attempt should be made to mask the fated pain.
Wait for me at the end of the road.
Not for me,
I grieve for the fallen trees, tall glory of past.
It was a question of survival.
Survival of the best, which could not continue.
There is reversal of equatization.
Man has become superior to god.
They are using Him, I am afraid.
Urging him to commit a natural suicide,
a logical ending of a patriarch.
The stage is set for a mass mourning.
A big conspiracy had been brewing
in prisoner’s cell,
which had been in full possession of
Till the end story
hope was not visible
Lie neutral truth
and road side innocence
died under the sun.
End in view was shifting
from error to error.
Statements squeezed between departures.
Steaming cup of patience
dazzled the penniless.
I was sick of hypocrisy.
At the end of my forest
dawn of my child
was peeling a rainbow.
Pedlars of worn out boats
were standing at the shores.
Two little feet were crossing the sea.
YOU dressed me down today
for interupting your conversation
said I was unprofessional
Don't you get, I care bout the patient?
How DARE you speak to me like YOU DO
Your education does not negate the fact
You can't talk to people, the way YOU DO
in fact, you can kiss my ass
I appreciate stuff the stuff you done
Stuff that should have been done anyway
we give you alot, more than our families
a solitary temptation,
to write off karma
and become responsible for the spattered blood.
You were generating hatred, Asia,
in the land of Buddha.
I can hear the glaciers receding.
Answerable to belonging,
the change of generations,
makes me free to become deaf and dumb.
Only I wanted to see, and see through
the hands, who lighted the torch
to burn the transparent shame.
Rejecting the original script
of fighting a god, in the midst of
non-truths, how far the time will decide
the destiny of man ? I break off
from the cliches, wait for the leaves to fall
and its drifting darkness on the open land
of wounded whispers.
Something was always missing around
one had to die daily.
To find out, what?
Just a slip of time,
life was death and death was life.
Death of a man or death of a city
death had no other name.
Hearing the footfalls of death
dogs were howling around a temple
where god was dying.
The nation now mourns
for the banished priest.
At the burning pyre
there is still no peace.
Anger lives inside the books,
flame hides in the candles.
And a rage surges forward
in the bones of archaic humour.
I was not there
where you are.
Non-stop travel, half the world
to meet you.
Outdoors alone in my homeless home
tonight I will talk to you in sleep
from the smoking hurts.
Trespassing the forbidden line
to the drowned boat,
I am opening the dark sails.
Hope and the sea
apprenticed to pluck the shells
from the eyes, I am wandering on beach.
Liquefied version of pain has started working.
human material constructs
a floating emotion at last.
One by one I rediscover
the children of sorrow
among the ruins of ancient prayers.
The fear lurks
under the trees,
under the stones.
I can read it,
unwashed stillness of a revolution.
It was real yesterday,
but collapsed on the rim of today.
My wrinkled faith gets
ready for a proliferation of rites.
The land suffers.
My solitude remains unmeasured.
In despair I latch on to
sounds of pursuing light.
Impatiently the dialogues
are thrown around.
The philosophy of confessional truth
becomes very auspicious.
Spitting the blood, he said,
every winter for few days –
he would feel outcast and there was
pain in the idea of pain, but he wanted to live
without a painkiller.
Sometimes he will singe his hands on a flame
to protect his dignity. The history of his
unrest remaining untold. Then he will go
out in rains of knowledge and soak himself
in mixed joy.
A lump in the throat hurts, when he
tries to decipher a dream to measure
the life. A liar knows the complete death
of a truth to assert his independent existence
A deadly poison of the choosing,
your own microclimate, aggrandizement
of royal tradition, makes you popular in masses.
They surge to touch your gown, ripping
The roses you bring every morning
become an interval between hope and ending.
Thinking about it, impulsively I
contradict God against humanity.
Little murder here and there
of nihilism, sweet smell of faith,
taking any road to reach the climax,
to die for the zeroism.
An outsider becomes the altered hero,
you would find the unimaginable,
lamenting and bleeding, blunting
the eagerness, the spark.
We will inherit the crowned homes,
the brief interlude between crime and award.
The mud, the water, the slugs
will decide the fate of man.
Death opens like a flower,
somebody is walking in.
You think of a soft punishment
for becoming faithless.
It was becoming a way of life.
Unlimited agony of wait
something to happen.
Nothing is heard in the field.
No shots. No kill.
Your day was over.
Night descends like a puzzle.
Grey cornea on the white lens:
clouds are playing a game,
mist has a smoky smell.
A city sleeps at last.
A poem I will not read.
It was my ancient address.
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,
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.
No head stones?
He did not start the inferno.
It was a misspelt agony
in purple ruins.
Pain had no other name!
While thinking of him
I evacuated the matter,
completed the circle beyond solitude.
More I did not break the silence
worse was the grief!
had no relevance.
I recaptured the color of stars,
glory of flames,
beauty of crucial controversy.
I was repeating the legitimacy
Greatness was the idea of mediocres.
Every thought had the dignity
of its own!
Again you made friends, words
wanted to leave the paper blank
for the parched lips,
You did not feel like-
time filled you every minute,
you were empty, poor.
When you read the end
you understood beginning.
Will to die was not sufficient
you had not completed the script.
Alone in crowd you wanted words
to commit suicide.
Democracy was a funny name.
Everybody was sad, except the lead
who did not know where to go.
One day you found your voice
and were surprised
you were everybody
when you were hurt, you bled inside
and your blood then mixed with
the blood of everybody. Then everybody cried
and you became separated from you and did not say anything!
He refused to yield,
and the stars were burning hot.
Night was foggy, and the moon was hiding.
His white, shriveled hands
held the center of gravity.
Obsessively he anchored himself
in the muddled egos and bleeding knives.
Somebody was shouting that the legend
was a big fake.
The pardon will not work. Death was
still sleeping. They were searching
the saboteur when the sun went down.
Winds were in coma.
The ink rolled back from the warrant.
Two faces of pain, right and wrong,
fear and agony, all were him.
He had nothing to hide, nothing to declare.
Walked away in the high tide
in raining abuses, in hurting slogans,
and found his past, buried deep
in the ravines, where only the echo comes back.
Ride, Run, Rate
Sing, Sting, Strike,
all are verbs,
not like pain,
pride and proud.
The spirit of hollow ideal
was not the thing,
I remained inconsolable.
Truth demanded endless pursuit.
The helplessness of the beaten days
was unfit for the night of terror.
The false paradigm could not ignite the flame.
The shadows collapsed
and thoughts walked in dark
into the trap.
Perfect splash of impulsive drive,
and movement of matter
and the conduct of freezing moments
had no parallel.
Cutting edge was evident.
How truth saved its pain,
of telling a heart
the death of a silent dream.
The vision went blind.
Faithful figures did not write the wrong texts.
Escape from territory was complete
and tracks were obliterated.
A view from the cause,
alters the landscape in you
I surrender to the earth,
the roots. Purifying the leaves.
I tell myself, this was not me,
my music. Still my skin
has the tattoos of pandemic deafness.
I am breathing through the lips.
My attachment to death
is a private affair
my voice lies in a lake.
The butterfly in a womb.
the psalms under the rocks.
Is it ending of death
or death of ending?
I go beyond the brink,
drop the stone in water.
When the moon touches
my eyes, like a kiss
I start sharing the menu of night.
The rimless thoughts are hovering
like small birds. I listen
to their flappings.
Can we live without bargaining?
Do you know the price?
In the triumph of flesh,
when fame of the world was your thing,
a sequence of defeats piled up
and time became stronger than the symbols.
Was it not easier
to abandon the consciousness ?
Living a dog’s life was more comfortable
without a qualm.
How painful it was to know the reality unclothed !
You had achieved nothing in life
and were readying up now
to receive thoughts of death.
Time had no beginning
and time had no end.
Do you think all will be well at last ?
Will we be happy without you ?
Or you will be remembered as a hero
without a name !
I've worked hard to have my franchise
I am surrounded by bleach blondes with green eyes
I was no homecoming king, I received no coronation
Please take a stab at my certification
I don't study the existence of life
I am a working man, no time for a wife
My certification is not a Biologist
No study of the mind, I am not a Psychologist
I've gone to the school of hard knocks
My business covers many city blocks
Every night is a celebration
I have yet to tell you my certification
I don't like Dinosaurs, I am not a Paeleontologist
I can't put anyone in a trance, I am no Hypnotist
My education is from up and down the streets
I am not on doughnut patrol, I don't walk a beat
I am definitely not into Claymation
Are you still in suspense about my certification?
I am no womanizer looking for a tryst
You can scratch an actor off your list
I am no Polar Bear coming out of hibernation
Soon I will reveal my certification
I am not into sports, I am no Analyst
My work is tax free, I don't have to deal with the I.R.S
I have no fruit baskets on a sofa, I am not a Psychiatrist
I will now tell you, I am a Pimpologist
Now that you know, keep in mind how much dough I make
No cheap wine, no pot pies, just champagne, shrimp and steak
Constant growth, all women are welcome to become part of an industry leader
Most of my women come from men who are wife beaters
I hook my women up with my patented 201k plan
I am the CEO, I am the man
5-2-9 can give you my specifications
5-2-9 helped me achieve my certification