The days seem to go by so fast. there is a void in the air, the birds have lost their vibrant beat, the ocean has lost its luster, the soil feels solid and dry.
My soul feels as if it has left my body before my death, my dreams haunt my day, the tears stain my steps, my doctor says that it is depression, I say that it is reality, I am intoxicated by society,I am numb by perscriptions.
Why do I feel so isolated within myself? is there no one in my painfully tight shoes? can anyone understand my pain? can anyone melt in my sorrows? why am I this way? why is the world so cruel? why can't I be normal?
Wait! I am normal, what am I saying, I know now, the veil has been lifted, humanity is my enemy, the sins that drip from their sweat, the dread that follows their shadows, their souls of black, their intentions of greed pull a shade across their eyes.
They are destined for doom, they will not be saved, they will not find salvation, they belittle me, they curse me, they shame me, but they are right about one thing, I am different, unlike them, I will be saved in the last days.
Copyright © stephanie hanvey
Lock down the LIMPING GROVE.
PIRATES have stolen the TREASURE TROVE.
I know all about the garden shed, how you
Hide and make your bed.
Watching with a whimsical stare he replied
I know nothing of these TRAVESTIES.
HERE are SOME FACTS you MAY not know:
Tedious TEASING TUSSLES to taste the
Merciless MUSING knows what treasures
You have stolen, then you will not
Continue to repose
Tell where you have roved lest I'll
Lance YOU WITH this BLADE, to get the JEWELS YOU have
Real, EXCEPTIONAL TREASURES
Can not be BOUGHT. Drop your sack where you stand, do
This as I demand. A search of the sack revealed
Nothing familiar. As he made a hasty EXIT a telling
Jingle was heard.
PRICELESS GOES the NINES WITH
FEARLESS YOU IN MIND.
Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER
My love I can not find you anywhere,
I feel like I lost my soul somewhere,
because you are my soulmate,
and us being apart can not be fate.
You did not leave because you wanted to,
It just was just something you had to do.
I was not right, All I wanted to do was fight,
and knowing you was the love of my life,
yet I would not make you my wife.
I know that's what you really wanted
and now I am feeling haunted,
by the things I should have done,
and you being the only one
I ever loved and will love forever, if it was'nt for me we will still be together.
But you are gone
and I can not go on,
so I must say good-bye, I'm leaving myself to die.
Copyright © stephanie hanvey
It’s harder, than ever, these days to see the bright side of life, what with reality the way it is.
Suffering imminent, never ending pain, reminiscent, expand a good plan some evil is collected.
All is well in love and war, child victims, seniors - sore no more, snuggled in bunks, hope drunks.
It used to be, expression is free, disappointment, now the price to throw the dice, and nothing left but breathe, from God, hope drunk.
For the best candidate a bullet bump, in secret, hope drunk.
Benefits, saved for a few, who knew, insistent, demanding positive thinking order of the day and those in a slump, hope drunk.
A golden watch, a fish dinner, a thank you for support, and with nothing more, shown the door. A life insurance policy, satisfied, died in a dump, hope drunk.
In reality the same way, celebrate defeat on the seat of dismay. The problem before was not the score, a punk, hope drunk
Copyright © Kenneth Alexander
Embracing an empath's emotion
Inflicts instant inherit intrustion
Beckoning beast, begging beneath
Decaying defenseless delusion.
Copyright © Katie Miller
It weren’t too many years ago
I worked on the building site
The work was hard, but pay was good
And it suited me just right
I knew this bloke who worked with me
Little George it was his name
He was short, built like a bull
And Lord that boy was game.
Now he was Maori, through and through
And he hated Islanders
So one day we were in the pub
And someone George did stir
They called him a ruddy Islander
And he wasn’t taking that
And boy, that man could really fight
Just like a jungle cat.
There was six of them and one of George
And folk thought him insane
To take on all those blokes at once
But I could not refrain
From betting on that Georgie boy
Because I knew him from old
It only took our boy five minutes
To knock four of them cold.
Then I saw the other two
They were running down the street
Regretting it with all their hearts
That Georgie they did meet
I guess those guys will shrink in future
From picking a Maori man
There’s not too many that can fight
Just like a Maori can.
5 August 2013 @ 1545hrs.
Copyright © Peter Duggan
The streets are busy with silence,
And Sammy is in his own little world,
Focused on his own private route.
His own secret place,
Private, it’s a funny word,
A funny word just like, secret,
Sometimes we fail to realize how we carelessly carry our secrets on our sleeve.
Sammy wants his feelings, emotions, his life to be hidden away,
Still, in the silence of the streets,
I see the sadness and stress all over his stance.
The shops are packed with stillness,
And Sammy is doing his job, keeping stands tidy,
Keeping customers happy,
Making his manager proud,
Happy, it’s a strange word,
A strange word just like proud,
Feelings for ourselves that we sacrifice for the satisfaction of strangers.
Sammy thrives on the temporary moods of others to determine his contentment,
Yet, in the stillness of the shops and the silence of the streets,
I see the sadness and the stress all over his stance,
In each fragment of his face.
Between the shops and the streets,
Sammy finds a place that he can refer to as home,
But in the silence and the stillness of his slow beating heart,
He understands that something greater than his being is missing.
And Sammy needs a friend, a friend to show him the truth.
A friend to show him that in the stillness of the shops and the silence of the streets,
He carries sadness and stress all over his stance,
In each fragment of his face, and in each shy shift of each shoulder,
For one reason, and one reason alone.
He’s missing one more word oozing sibilance,
The one word that completes, this poem and will fulfill his life.
Copyright © REGINA OLADIPO
Travel Time Tropics Trip Tepid Temperature Tourist Town
Tunnel Toll Ticket Taker Taxi Token Transit Trail Transport Truck
Tractor Trailer Train Track Trouble Test Terror Turf Tribal Territory
Tender Trap Tricky Terms Tete-a-Tete Try Translate Think Talk
Tongue Tied Timebomb Ticking Tamper Temper Trinket Trade
Twinkle Tax Theft Taken Treasure Total Thoroughly Trounced
Twice Thrice Twine Tie Tight Together Torn Trousers
Tree Twig Too Thin Trusty Tool
Thundering Typhoon Tempest Temblor Titanic Turbulence
Turbid Torrents Twirling Twisting
Trembling Threatening Thrilling Thriving Thirsting Throbbing
Thirsty Throat Twilight Terrace Tecate Tavern Two Tequilas
Tres Tacos Tasty Tortillas Three Tequilas Ten Tequilas
Table Tab Tip Tina Tawdry Trollop Tattoo Taboo Toe Tap
Tickle Tease Trumpeting Tunes Tenor Tones
Talented Troubadours The Texas Tornados
Topsy Turvy Tick Tock Tardy Time
Tiresome Testimony Tall Tale
Copyright © Warner Baxter
He swifts on by like a moon lighted night.
He shines bright for a moment in time.
His arm's always open with warmth.
His smile always bigger then everyone elses.
His heart of rage and fire.
He swifts on by, he swifts on by.
Who will know the true man within.
The man thats full of sin.
No one can, no one can, for we are all just man...
Copyright © stephanie hanvey