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John Henry

John Henry

He wakes up in the morning 
when the clock shows five
And he looks in his mirror 
and sees he's still alive
He stumbles in his room 
and falls down in his chair
And he listens to voices 
BUT THERE'S NOBODY THERE

He was born in the summer of 94
And was found on the steps
Outside the church door
And from that day on
He would live the life of the poor
He never knew his momma
And he never knew his pa
To find them now he would need radar

At the age of sixteen he left his life in care
He had so many parents some were good
And some were poor
And others just showed him the door
Now he is back to his usual tricks
And he is looking for more kicks
So he decides  to have one more score
And he slips down from his chair

And now he is lying on the floor
Poor John Henry
The boy who lived next door

Copyright © Michael Ward | Year Posted 2014

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The Lottery

Cars raced passed, 
As I patiently waited, 
Nervously filled with distrust. 
At a crossing where safe crossing, 
Is now indicated, 
This courier of fortunes 
Not yet out of luck. 
  
I pick up my pace 
Like a man on a mission. 
My thoughts now a vortex 
Of possible plays. 
But to visit this office 
A long planned decision. 
The matter at hand 
Sheer providence dictates. 
  
The doors open freely, 
I enter within, 
To the cheers of firm staffers 
And welcoming smiles. 
Word had spread quickly 
To my eyes and chagrin, 
At the expense of my privacy, 
My name now beguiled. 
  
The anteroom sanctum 
Filled with polite pushy haste, 
Containing serious suits 
Who’d not rise from their seats, 
Till proof be their witness, 
No moment to waste, 
And the breech of my privacy? 
Short apology, hurried movement,
And onward at a feverish pace! 
  
Careful inspection and lens, 
Quickly confirm my declare, 
Faces stiffened to stifle,  
The emotional urge; 
To rejoice while an outside call  
To far voices is made, 
Numbers again shared, 
One through six, double check,  
Final digits confirmed. 
  
Moods shifted quickly 
As reality spawns. 
To great cheers
And some fanfare,  
Till ushered away; 
With military precision, 
And much tinted glass, 
Police guarding me 
And ticket, 
From mayhem this day. 
  
Since winning the big one, 
I've gained many friends, 
Among them some old ones
Who at best were estranged; 
Now calling me sir, 
With no memory of past, 
Nine figures and wow, 
Both handsome AND popular... 
...finally, at last!

© Michael Wegman, 2014

Copyright © Michael Wegman | Year Posted 2014

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From The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand - THE RUINS OF THE ANCIEN REGIME




Farewell, then, AUKN boss,
The next this year makes three.
By the time they find a substitute,
Slovenes will be at sea.

He tried to cover his behind;
AUKN boss of bosses,
As every week, balances grew bleak:
He weighed merits and losses.

With all this he'd no time to eat,
And round and round he flew.
And now he's split in a hissy-fit;
So helmsman, too-de-loo!

Day after day, day after day,
He drifted on the ocean;
Guano-vernment rained on his ship
Their suggestions for promotion.

Cousins, cousins, everywhere,
Corporate boards crosslink;
Cousins, cousins, everywhere,
Let's take you for a drink.

Accountants talking rot: O Christ!
Missions, visions - oh please!
Yea, slimy characters need legs
And slimy policies.

So has he done an hellish thing?
Not hired who? We dunno:
Was it absurd, to have a separate curd
From the whey Slovenia owes?
This wretch won't play, after 60 days;
Pissflaps, he'll have to go!

God help ya, gospod Bencina
From the fiends, that plague us thus! -
It's time to go — shot like cross-bow,
The AUKN boss.

Ah! walk-out day! what evil looks
Had I from Ernst and Young!
Who's at a loss? AUKN's boss
Wouldn't take a bung?

"You'll be" quoth one, "abolished - no
Stigma to double-cross."
He chose to go - why? We don't know:
Harmless AUKN boss.


Re-reading the original gave me a great idea for dinner until I realised all the storks have all flapped off to Africa for the winter. Pity, as I have some ancient marinade from Tuš. Like the subject of the poem, I didn't have the stamina for a Coleridge-length effort.

Story: http://www.sloveniatimes.com/total-mess-in-state-owned-capital-asset-management

The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand interprets important Slovenian affairs for the non-Slovene speaking world. www.maria.si

Copyright © Julian Bohan | Year Posted 2013

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Isolation

How can I tell you?
I can't stay with you.

Neither I can give up on you.
Fear of losing you is losing me.
It feels like slow death every night.

But we are just stuck in our spaces!
Unable to connect from two feet distance.

Copyright © shadab shaikh | Year Posted 2013

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Loosing A Child

It hurts very much,
When the one's you love,
Are ripped from your very life,
It makes you feel as if,
You are not up to being,
The person you should be,
In this dreary everyday world,
That can be so cruel.
So, think about how your life,
Is running it's very course,
And what changes you need to make'
To better your life,
In order to see the happiness,
Of keeping the beautiful thing,
You have created,
And brought into this very world,
So, you can keep this child,
Close to you in your life,
And watch it grow,
To bond with them each and everyday,
So, the child will never grow up,
knowing someone else,
As Mom and Dad,
Pushing you away from their life,
Till the day,
You will be totally gone,
From their hearts and minds,
Which is the sign of disaster all the way,
For it will be the hurt of a lifetime.

Copyright © John Hembree | Year Posted 2013

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A Dead Girl's Final Wish

Music is my home,
Written when I am alone.
Nobody is hear to save me as I slash
 my wrists and they turn scarlet.
 My mother and father walks through the door,
 my mother screams and ,
my father seems dazed,
The doctor say if it was not for the fact,
 That my heart was not strong i would have survived,
The boy and girl who pushed me to commit sucide,
 spits  and dance on my grave,
they defile it and call me names,
 even though i am dead i will still hear them,
talk and say mean things,
to my mother and father,
They spread rumors that are untrue,
A voice calls out and asks me what
I want to do?
 I cry out let me live give me a second chance,
I'll grant you this calls the voice,
The next thing I know I am in a hospital in the intensive care unit,
I try to speak my mother puts her finger to my lips she is crying,
i Had been on the way to the morgue when my eyes open and i started to breathe,
The same bestfriend who i have known all my life has finally shown her jealous side 
 and called me a witch, and a zombie, or even a creature from hell.
They Took her to the other side of the hospital and put her in the physchartric unit,
The boy went to jail for attempted murder and i knew i had a plan lined all out for me

Copyright © Cheyenne Nienhueser | Year Posted 2013

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You Will Be The One

It’ll be alright 
He heard her say
As he drowns in doubt
A world away
Can’t you hear me love
Don’t you know I care
I will find you love 
Find you anywhere
 
When your race is run
And your body’s cold
You will be the one
That I long to hold
I will lay me down
On this open road
When you’re burdened dear
I will share your load
 
So return to me 
Let me be your light
Let me guide you dear
Through your starless night
Let me wash your feet
In my bowl of tears
Let my love curtail
All your earthly fears
 
You will be the one
It’ll be alright
I will keep you safe
Keep you warm at night
In your darkest hour
I will give my time
We will face the world
With your hand in mine
…When the day is done
… You will be the one

Copyright © peter walsh | Year Posted 2014

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PIECE BY PIECE IT FITS

The sound of your voice stuns me..
The gaze we hold when our eyes lock, melts me..
The way we talk long hours everyday, comforts me..
The gentleness of your treatment, keeps me..

Oh! I flutter with your cleverness..
I blush at your complements..
I hide at your naughtyness..
I follow at your truthfulness..

The boken pieces beginning to fit..
Hope they will not anymore split..
Rather, each piece is a good hit..
Worth finishing in a whole lifetime sit...

by: olive_eloi
1:45am
11/09/2013

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Despite corrupt government..
Despite rampant poverty..
Despite calamities..
Despite even casualties..

Filipinos never gave up
Warm welcome, no doubt..
Burning hope, a remark..
Unmoved faith to God, a heavy armor..

Philippines at its finest, anyhow..

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2013

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Ballad of a Drunken Lady

She drowns herself in pints and quarts
And finds solace in liquor bottles
She uses it to mend her broken hearts
Though she stumbles and topples

She decides her fate with alcohol
And speaks through sealed lips
And harshness bounces off her breath like a wall
After she has had a few sips

But dear God bless the tongue of the drunken
Lady, gentleman or naïve child 
Blinded by the bliss of wild desires,
Wasted away like rubbish beguiled.




Copyright © CARLTON PLATT | Year Posted 2013

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The Puppets

"Congratulations!
yes you did it again
you broke another heart
i guess this means you win
hold your hands up in the air
and take your victory lap
step over the bodies
the victims of your
traps.

Those Darkened eyes
that cold-hearted stare
no need to say your sorry
because you never cared.
We're just toys to you to
do as you see fit
and you'll break us all apart
but you'll never ever fix..

Today!
is your parade
we'll watch you on your float
just to watch you quickly sail
away
so wave goodbye now
there's no one left
they have all walked away
and now you have nothing left
they caught on to all your
test....

Those Darkened eyes
that cold-hearted stare
no need to say your sorry
because you never cared.
We're just toys to you to
do as you see fit
and you'll break us all apart
but you'll never ever fix..

Those un loving eyes
and souless stare
you'll never say your sorry just
admit you never cared
you finally lost your toys to 
play with and it's time to
get over it
you broke us apart but we finally
found the parts of us
to fix"

Copyright © Antonio Swider | Year Posted 2014