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Details | Free verse | |

Worst Love Poem Ever Written

I suck at dying poems
Chemo poems, Metastatic Cancer poems,
Hair falling out in the shower poems
 
And I told a half truth
When I told you I could write you one
In less than six months (It's been eight)
I apologize for being so late

 
I wanted your poem to be pink and graceful
Like those ribbons
I see all over the internet
Filled with cheesy generic rhymes
That read like a Hallmark audition

  But already my metaphors are melting
And my similes are getting soft
 I guarantee you the rhyme meter will be off

 When I went to Google
And the typed in the word 'happy'
Three billion links came up

Not a single inference to
Breast cancer, hair loss
No redirects to mastectomies
Yahoo wasn't any kinder

 
The only thing research could teach me
Is that a good day on chemo
Is when your stool doesn't come out tar Black
And has no blood in it

Or when your urine
Smells better on Wednesday
Than it did on Tuesday

Sleeping less than 12 hours
When 24 would be better

  
America has more poets
Than it does alcoholics
   And Pot smokers combined
And you chose me to be
Your Breast Cancer
Poet Laureate

Trusting me to write a poem
About the biggest battle in your life

So I refuse to finish this poem
Without something bright and hopeful
 
And don't think
I didn't notice your Facebook activity
Had decreased by 88%
In the last three months

 
And you aren't really
Coming to any more of my poetry shows
Ever again. Are you??
But we still have March, April
Don't we?

 
But even if you had one breast
Or no breast

Or if you had less hair than I do
I promise to look only in your eyes
And never ever even notice
Or even think about it

And never for a moment
Would I feel sorry for you

Yes I suck at lying too...

 
But I don't suck at loving you
Or at hoping you wake up tomorrow morning
 With no Cancer at all
And that The Eiffel Tower will be right outside
Your bedroom window...

And I would be right there with you
Holding your hand while we look down on Paris
And you can impress me with your French again

 
And if I ever make it
To the Pulitzer Poetry board
I might lose a thousand points
Just for this poem alone

And my hopes for the prize will be smitten
And some old person 
With white hair will say
That was the worst love poem ever written


Details | Monoku | |

The Tragedy of Humanity

Most all fail to see what truly sets all us free be Ye Almighty.


Details | Free verse | |

I Am Ghost

I think, therefore I am,
And of what I think
Becomes me out of thought,
Momentarily, memories make
More mad moments of me,
Be it reality of fantasy?
Physical or Metaphysical?
My paradox is my persona

Brain fires random impulses
From dead end to dead end,
Unless thought becomes abnormal,
There alone lies the hidden bridge,
Succumb to human limitations
Yet accept thought as immortal,
A constantly pondering organ
Ensuring unfinished business

Thus, ensuring eternal life
Through verse and voice,
lascivious pursuit of knowledge,
And expeditious conversations,
Decreasing the prudent choices,
Increasing importance of mankind,
Show my brother to know myself,
Teach I, personal and universal

Haunting descendants of yesterday
With chains formed out of intellect,
Linking type writers and computers,
segregated and integrated minds,
and radio to television, all is all,
One is all, all is one, we are all one,
Thus ancestors never die
Nor do children grow old

Pictures become mirrors,
mirrors become gateways,
and gateways become infinite,
Appearing in places of proximity
to those in need of certain lessons,
As they share the experience,
Creating the desired domino effect
amongst both old and young

Groans of disappointment echo
for those who fail to evolve
and those with no desire to do so,
Harrowing screams of spirits
who embrace the role of educators,
Wounded souls they soon become
as civilization slowly falls to failure
by ignoring text, dreams, and elders

Still, new souls are born
as the dying discover the lesson,
Becoming burdened by brilliance,
Brilliance that was never shared,
Yet the lesson must be learned
by the living loved ones,
As I listen for the first time,
Understanding noise of the night

The spirits speak slowly,
The world willingly whispers,
I am you, you are me,
We are I and I am we,
Repeating the words nightly,
Among other lessons of life,
Thinking of them, as we live,
We can say, they are us,
And for a moment, I am ghost.


Details | Pantoum | |

Red Wedged-Heel Shoe

On  top of the pile___shoes upon shoes
One lone wedged-heel red shoe that gives clue
That she knew what her fate would be soon
Aware her soul__spirit would take flight

One lone wedged-heel red shoe that gives clue
The owner was last one to die the death
Aware her soul__spirit would take flight
Memories filled her every thought

The owner was last one to die the death
Terror, horror with every breath
Memories filled her every thought
Of family, friends, life, love__children

Terror, horror, with every breath
Because she knew what fate would be soon
Same as family, friends, love__children
On top of the pile__shoes upon shoes


Details | Free verse | |

L. I. F. E. (Living In Fear Everywhere)

L iving 
I n
F ear
E verywhere

Just as we live and just as we die 
We laugh, kill and crucify
We are no more our brothers than we are ourselves 
We are the players 
With the tools and talent of the efficient demise 
Of war, famine and greed 
We do rise
 
Of the ever constant ricochet of freedom in our ears
As we wrap our fallen dead in a shroud of rights, laws and bills 
And continue to improve the technology, the precision 
The assurance of absolute destruction 

Buying death is easy
Dealing is easier 
Survival 
The career choice of many 
A thriving business with prestige and power 
Taking, wanting, hungry for the rush 
So young, so fragile 
Blood is running in the streets 
A seemingly endless fountain of misguided youth 
Falling, one after the other 
So far from the truth 

S  hocked 
A  ngry
D  epressed 

What good has ever come from a gun ?
Why kill ?
Why are we arming our children ?
Our future ?
Are you blind to the fact ?
Do you not hear the sound ?
Do you not see ? 
Do you not care ?
We are killing ourselves 
Stealing each others dreams 
Each others families 
Why pro-create ?
To produce, raise, and nurture more disposable targets ?
Is there another use for guns ? 
1 + 1 = 0
One bullet + one individual = one less reason to care 
We are waging war upon our brothers for money, love and survival 

G  ive 
U  s
N  o
S  anity

All to easy....................
Living In Fear Everywhere 


Eric (and sometimes not)


Details | Narrative | |

Quit That Tapping

like the raven 
who taps taps upon 
your chamber door
do not fret my Virginia
for it's my shadow
moving across the floor
this is what I'm telling you my darlin
and nothing more

beneath lattice
I still call your name
come to me virginia
come hear the tap tap 
upon your chamber door
for only you my love 
I surrender and never more

wind howls in blanket snows
here I stand so all alone
broken hearted and misconstrued
my Virginia who lies under stars and moon
just a tap tap upon your chambers door
tis I and nothing more

tales of hidas truth
blackbird sings harps cords
just like the tap tap upon your chambers door
my sweet Virgina whom I adore
for there'll be love waiting and nothing more

as I lay right next to you in this tomb
I counted only seven who have even knew
the times of this raven who 
tapped tapped upon your chambers door
twas only I and will be never more


Tribute To Edgar Allen Poe
And His Young Bride Virginia
Also To His Poem The Raven


Details | Rhyme | |

Through the fields of Grace

Through the fields of grace,
Set fire to the face
Run away, set the pace

Live with your mind buried in the cries
So wrapped up in your warped lies
Nothing lives anymore; tomorrow everything dies

Slam the door and whisper their fate
Lie some more and open the gate,
The gateway to the hell you promised in frosted words of glorious hate

Lie to them, the ignorant FOOLS!
As they waste away...those useless tools

Slanderous words of false glory
They fail to see the underlying gory-

Deaths covered to hide the shame
That they lied to bring riches and fame

So through the fields of grace,
Set fire to the face
run away....and set, the pace


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

Water Being Cleaned

The ram died high
On the snow covered
Mountain, when the thaw
Of spring came, it's
Decaying body

Contaminates
The melting snow
The waters flow
Brings death in grip

The farther
It traveled
The less germs

And death
Were there

Clean


(This is also a metaphor for sin.  The farther we stay away from it the cleaner we stay.  Of 
course, we can repent but the results lingers.)


Details | Free verse | |

Sweet Sweet Emily

I was born in Amhurst Massachuetts
on Decenber 10  1830 
and had died May 15  1886

My hair is bold like the chestnut burr
and my eyes like the sherry in the glass
that the guest leaves behind

I cannot write about the world without
first backing away from it and then
comtemplating it from a distance

A word is dead when it is said
Some say I say it just begins
To live that day 


Who Am I ?


My Poetess Sweet
Emily Dickinson


Details | Rhyme | |

Drugs, Drugs!!!

Drugs, Drugs! that's all that I need.
At least thats all I used to believe.
Drugs, Drugs! that's all that I did.
I didn't even think of my kids.
Drugs, Drugs! that's all that I want.
I didn't even care that I was wrong.
Drugs, Drugs! they're in my home.
Now both of my kids are gone.
Drugs, Drugs! straight to my head. 
I lay here now, because I'm dead.
Drugs, Drugs! is this what you want?
If so, this will be your on sad poem.


Details | I do not know? | |

Solomon Mahlangu: My Blood will Nourish the Tree that will Bear the Fruits of Freedom

(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)



Solomon Mahlangu: My Blood will Nourish the Tree that will Bear the Fruits of Freedom:



Solomon Mahlangu was trained as an MK soldier with a view to later rejoining the struggle in the country.


He left South Africa after the Soweto Uprising of 1976 when he was 19 years old, and was later chosen to be part of an elite force to return to South Africa to carry out a mission commemorating the June 16th 1976 Soweto student uprising.


After entering South Africa through Swaziland and meeting his fellow comrades in Duduza, on the East Rand (east of Johannesburg), they were accosted by the police in Goch Street in Johannesburg.


In the ensuing gun battle two civilians were killed and two were injured, and Mahlangu and Motloung were captured while acting as decoys so that the other comrade could go and report to the MK leadership.


Motloung was brutally assaulted by the police to a point that he suffered brain damage and was unfit to stand trial, resulting in Mahlangu facing trial alone.


He was charged with two counts of murder and several charges under the Terrorism Act, to which he pleaded not guilty.


Though the judge accepted that Motloung was responsible for the killings, common purpose was argued and Mahlangu was found guilty on two counts of murder and other charges under the Terrorism Act.


On 15 June 1978 Solomon Mahlangu was refused leave to appeal his sentence by the Rand Supreme Court, and on 24 July 1978 he was refused again in the Bloemfontein Appeal Court.


Although various governments, the United Nations, International Organizations, groups and prominent individuals attempted to intercede on his behalf, Mahlangu awaited his execution in Pretoria Central Prison, and was hanged on 6 April 1979.


His hanging provoked international protest and condemnation of South Africa and Apartheid.


In fear of crowd reaction at the funeral the police decided to bury Mahlangu in Atteridgeville in Pretoria.


On 6 April 1993 he was re-interred at the Mamelodi Cemetery, where a plaque states his last words:


‘My blood will nourish the tree that will bear the fruits of freedom.

Tell my people that I love them.

They must continue the fight.’



Mahlangu died for a cause!



Salute!



The Struggle Continues…




(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)


Details | Verse | |

Ding Dong The Wicked Witch is Dead

Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.

Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.

Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.


Details | Pastoral | |

Life








      He who see's everything
          And does' nothing...
     Set's Him-self to the path
                 - Of -
Indignant, arrogant superiority
       Where as it is to He
     Who seek to embrace
Condemnation and indignation
        It is a Worldly thing'







Gary Fields
Poet/Author









Featured:  "The Cross"    book #106627
                   Xlibris Publications
                    Rev. (NOV2013)





Details | Acrostic | |

Love came down at Christmas

L Long ago travelled Kings
O Opened their minds to prophecies
V Visiting from afar they brought gifts of Gold, Fracincense and Myrrh
E Eastern Star guiding them lighting the way

C Company of Heavenly Host
A Allelujah! Angels appeared to Shepherds, telling Savior born
M Manger for bed wrapped in cloths in Town of David
E Evangelically proclaimed Christ the Lord

D December 25th designated day
O On which we recollect
W Why/way Christ entered our world
N Nativity only part of His story

A A new testament
T Tells of new covenant between God and His people

C Christ's coming to Earth
H Hailed as new born King, Holy
R Risen Lord, righteous redeemer, 
I Intercedes for us as
S Spiritual Saviour to save sinners souls
T Time for Truth, Trust, Trinity
M Man's belief in God of Love,  
A As Father Son and Holy Spirit
S Shall be saved


Details | Rhyme | |

The Hedgehog Written for my two little grandaughters

The Hedgehog

The Hedgehog went for a walk one day.

Off out all on his own, What can I say.

He crossed the road but he forgot to look left and right.

He didn’t see the car, In his sight. 

It ran him over now he’s dead.

So we buried him, With a little cross, made out of lollipop sticks which read. 

Hedgehogs dead.  

Written for my two little Grandaughters. 


Details | Prose | |

Goddess

They say the sun shines on the skin of a goddess her hair dark filled with flowers and her skin of silk,
When you see her don't let her go she will treat u like a god and run her silk hands against the ruffness of your skin she will show u the right way to enlightenment her eyes golden brown so deep you can get lost she can see right through you and know the depth of your soul she will speak words so smooth softer then the wind 
Skin so smooth the sun follows her every move.


Details | Free verse | |

If Old Men Fought

An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war

A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying

Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight


Details | Narrative | |

I loved My Life of Bird

I fly in the sky
I swim in the sea 
I sleep in the night
And in the trees I live

The forest once was my home
That I always cherished
For me and every one
Who lived on this beautiful heaven?

Coming into the flame of fire
Together with my family
Helps me to remember and tell to all
That has caused the dead of all?

Came five days ago
Three to four men
With something in there mind known as the plan
To destroy what was known as our home

Came few men 
After few days
To destroy us all together with the forest
To clear the land

They lighted the fire
They parked some big bulldozers
To clear the trees and removes the stones
After everything is burnt by the flames of the fire

Together with my family
Praying to the god as one
To forgive our sin 
And tell the reason for this everything

Nothing I heard from up
But something from down 
As few men said
For the development, let happen this destruction


Details | Verse | |

Home of the Slaves

Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change

People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.

People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names

The list could go on  
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, 
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew

George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise

Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, 
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle, 
But obviously greatness can be done.

We can rise above this stigma 
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void 
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned 
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Instilled With This

Dust covered crawled like worms, had no concern
Found on ground ripened apple’s bitter juice
Digging in gluttony without discern
Dark heart in matter chooses wrong produce

Climb from trunk to branches long journey true
Building without rest to sleep in cocoon
While feeding on nourishment from fruit grew
Rise from sleep to sail high sky like balloon  


Details | Acrostic | |

The Message

I'm not the greatest of all-times, but when I'm done, I'll be an all time great in this lifetime of mine Like the late great who came before my time I will breed a new lifeline, that will breathe life like march of dimes My story lines, will bring truth life; like troops who fight Overseas, for rights of those who believe that death is life Now that ain't right! As the rich is getting richer, eating fillet me-non, while we barely feeding our appetite Night after night Survival has waged a war that gave us no choice but to battle and fight Although, we'll be all right They say we a dying breed, but that ain't right Instead we're the light to a lying greed That will enlighten life to a brand new seed A man of God indeed Freed from the Son that bleeds Like the summer breeze He's the sum that equals the amount of air I breathe The air that please A satisfaction like the birds and the bees My word's words are the keys That will fornicate with the mind and give birth to a seed A seed of social change, that'll change our social economy So shall our comradery That will bring comfort to a struggling society A synonym...similar to a civilization seeking for unity Unifying the physics of theory That seeks to explain the synopsis of a dying philosophy Similar to the Cosby X-cept my scrip-tic will speak more about our reality Like life's calamity And everything else in life that's destroying us systematically However, I've discovered a system That can mathematically destroy ignorancy And turn our state of mind intellectually I elect that He (God) selects me to be And be that man who may lead this community So that they (My Peoples) may commute with me En-route to a destination, destine towards our destiny Like we were destine to be We were meant to be "Great" like the late great that came before we. Because we are... The reflection where perfection gave birth to the definition of greatness Where great means Competent, Skilled, Well Informed, and Tremendous Our potentials are endless And only we not even the enemy can put an end to this So it's time we put a stop to this The biggest enemy of self And that's envy and jelousness Cause after this is Heaven or Hell and that's all there is A promised made sealed with a kiss Knowing this Is the next best thing since "In the beginning" In the first chapter of the first verse in Genesis!


Details | Free verse | |

Message For my Teachers

When I will die
Burry me deep
Ten feet down ; fast 
asleep
Place my Math book on 
my chest
Tell my teachers that ; I 
am at rest
Place my Pakistan Studies 
book on my head
Tell my teachers that I'm 
dead
Tell them I was studying 
in the 
grave
Inform them I tried my 
best
But tell them not to cry
For they are ones who 
made me 
die


Details | Acrostic | |

Jesus

Judas betrayed Jesus’s whereabouts
End, was near
Son of God, knew this
Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored
Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children


Details | Rhyme | |

4 - Messenger from the Dead

Alas there is no more confusion,
finally found my last conclusion.
Expect me as if Jesus will return,
from a ghost to a realm of concern.

Your dreams are portals like doors,
welcoming spirits into hasten wars.
Leaving the thoughts without trust,
keeping your fears in much disgust.

And though you sought no consequence,
deeds that confirm a wicked malevolence.
Awaiting in your nightmare of screams,
enjoy what is left amongst your dreams.


Details | Ode | |

Call To Worship




            ************

To pick-up and to receive
In the Anointment
A moment of the
        Mind's Eye
By His goodness
And by His grace
      ------
A second with
             > GOD <
      ------
Ties' a wonder thing
For which we long await...
A dream' come true..
For Me and You
      ------
A blessing from the Lord
A gift from all time'
To dwell with-in His favor
Beyond the Most Holy
           And truly..
The most Divine
      ------
To fellowship with GOD
The recoveries' of the BLESSINGS'
      That He should bring
      ------
The mere Act of His touch
That is not a breech of Reality
But, a COVENANT that which
          We need so much
To be in touch with Jesus
And to Thee, to be, Amen
          Amen


                Poet Author
                Gary Fie


Details | Limerick | |

These Colors Don't Run Limerick

<                                 once were twin towers on horizon
                                   bombarded by Al Qaeda what sin
                                   then came many heros
                                   lost too at ground zero
                                   America's flag still flew in wind




In Loving Memory To Those Lost
On 911 R.I.P. You Are Not Forgotten


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Vampires, Part Two A Continuation

Useless as today’s pile up of spent money
Don’t do the way of indentured slaves
What we have always known is true for some                                                             
How would you like to meet your smiling face
Such a opportunity to connect, to be new
What a glorious gift, to start anew, be somebody else
Trashing around in this body, give it some thought
The courage of many is your gift, embrace it.
Your gift from all who have drunk from the well
Drunk with life, drunk from life, what's the difference?
Who can fly fire and not burn, not fall?
Who can understand why the waves swallow the sand?
Embrace it as you would embrace a lover,
Your innermost needs cry for release
The sweat masks your face, wringing wet
hopple hopping with all your unspecified needs,
a  laundry list of needs
Washed, tossed, flimsy flimsy hopple hopper                                                             
Do you know why you were born?                                                                               
Will you ever learn                                                                                                        
You have been instructed, shown the way                                                              
Thank you for your participation
for what had to be done


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Seeking The Registar II

Tribulation Ventication: This selection will be completed in part's. So be patient as I will be running out of space and having to continue and then continue in part's again! This is a true BIO and tend's to be graphic. As not even I as a Poet, can make this stuff up......

Tribulation Vendication From Scratch;**

It started at the Hampton, VA
I was a crack addict
And drank alcohol
Twenty four hours' a day
I stayed in treatment for over 
      Twenty Year's
My mother was appalled
Fore she didn't know it all
       ----
For my poor Mother
Their was nothing but tear's
Those sorrrowful tear's lasted
      For many year's
They could only but leave
        Cool, Cold Chills'
      ---
I smoked dope
And drank alcohol
Neve did I realize what fate
That was about to be-fall
Hell, Iv'e done it all
      ---
First come Addison Disease
It came like an avalanch
And then more crack
I got so high that I couldn't
        Come back
      ---
And more alcohol, anemia
And bone's that cracked
Mental condition's which were
         To hard to attack
      ---
I had a vertebrata Fracture
  A spine C-5 disaster
I fooled all the doctor's
They were so surprised
It was as though
They couldn't believe
Their eye's
They couldn't tell if I would
        Talk
Or ever walk alive
          On the earth
With out prostetics or worse
      ---
I joined the Coast Guard
  A young man
But, that Addison Disease
     And Viral Syndrome
Just simply got out of hand
      ---
Then I joined the Army and
Tht was too much
Anti-social Personality
Arthritis and disciplinary problem's
Were just too much
For one man
The temperature in Germany
Were too much to stand
      ---
I was discharged withou pay
Now, I am at the Veteran's Administration
Known as the "VA'
And it so remain
Even today
      ---
But now I am OK
      ---
I was diagnosed with Hiv'
Which completely destroyed me
My life was full of shame
Their was so much pain
And no-one to shed the blame
But, in treatment 
I still remained
      ---
While in Baltimore
The AID's went full blown
Their was a fat chance
That I would ever live
Not for very long
At least I would never
Make it alone
      ---
This my family didn't know
Because I never told them so
Even if I did
Where could I go
      ---
Renal failure, kidney failure
Respiratory Arrest
That wasn't the test
I also had pneunmonia
Extreme congeston of 
The Chest
      ---
The grip of the disease
  Was nothing that you
Would want to put on a friend
Fore the mortality rate for then
Would get the better of most men
      ---
Until then





 













Details | Rhyme | |

The Little Girl with Pigtails

She’s the little girl with pigtails,
who sits quietly at her desk.
Whose eyes lift to meet no one,
whose clothing is always a mess.

He’s the little boy on the playground,
whose strays alone without a friend.
Whose countless cuts and bruises,
are too deep for those to mend.

She’s the little girl in the lunch line,
who stares at classmates having fun.
Her mouth never forms a smile,
her long sleeves cover what’s been done.

He’s the little boy, who lashes out in anger,
as his classmates stop and stare,
in wonder at the skeptical, of a little boy
who seldom had a word to share.

She’s the little girl who recites excuses,
for every injury her tiny body may bear.
A rehearsed story told so perfectly,
no one notices the blankness within her stare.

He’s the little boy who startles so easily,
and jumps at the loudest sound.
A little boy covered in shades of blue,
inflicted by an abuser his fate is bound. 

She’s the little girl with pigtails,
she sits alone, without a friend to tend,
a black tinted heart of abusiveness,
hidden injuries never to mend.

They were the little boy and girl in the classroom,
who sat quietly alone, concealing the crime,
of living a life-time at the hands of an abuser,
who raised their hands of abuse one last time.


Details | Epic | |

Betch Please, Really

I simply love being me for I am so good at everything step into my city and they will tell you who is King one day when I am hungry I will swallow everything then and only then shall I inherit the stuff I dream even then I promise not to settle for satisfaction at any instant half a second I could spring into full action so go against me? please, you do not even measure up to half of the goodness that I hold tight like my treasure still spreading rumors about me to try and destroy my life can't believe I let myself get beat by a stripper and my self-intended knife try and say I'm gay even though we both know that isn't the truth just ask any woman I been with if they ever needed proof they'll say I was the cream of the crop as they took it all night knowing I just may never stop I own the status of a legend now what you got left to say when I bring it twenty-four seven?


Details | Lyric | |

Come As You Are

At one point in my life i was an artist
I used to paint and draw
Covering a piece of paper
In beautiful colors
And my art told a story
The sort of story you couldn't talk about
I used to go to school every day
Showing up late 
Wasn't something I'd do
But i dropped out
Leaving my education behind
I played the bass guitar
In a band called 
The Nocturnal
My fingers ran against that bass
Pure magic
The sound of the gods
Setting out to destroy the world
Pure Punk straight from Seattle
At one point i was clean
Sober and pure like a new born baby
Falling further into 
What you now call 
"disapointment"
Screwing up my veins
with every shot of herion
Killing my brain cells
With every joint i smoked
Clogging up my nose 
With every pill you could have known
I used to write lyrics
About my life
My childhood
I used to write journals
The ones you read in the book 
that was published of me
I got up on that stage every night
As i was
Nothing fake
Nothing glamourous
Only a few scars
One shot of heroin
Come as you are
The words only speak for 
Themselves


Details | Free verse | |

Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Lucid Dream

Look upon city once known by name,
ruins that I called home, streets swallowed by flame,
in time alive shell not witness less of what should you understand,
reach on to hand of a stranger, scroll remain;
in signs that might be changing welcome,
different of a man.

When dawn awakes and there is no light,
upon dusk of man darkness will be spread by sight,
in time not different change will arise, life we thought you knew,
death would recognize.

Hearts will bound to King without a Crown,
why do mothers shed tears, echo rooted in the ground,
is there reason of a foolish wars, contracts written in blood,
new born babies died breathless, can't even appreciate the Sun,
don't deserve to live, not worth of the land,
existence will be scattered in ashes,
you will be remembered
by name.


Details | Rhyme | |

Living debate

Today I thought of all my stress
Causing me such an unrest
So much to think that I had thought
Would it be better to live or not?

Get this straight: I'm no cutter
No pill taker; def. not a jumper
I'm not killing myself- get that straight
Just explaining today's living debate

I hate the fact I suck at school
No discipline in me for easy rules
'Do the work, earn good grades'
I failed to do so; a whole year fades

My freshman year; man I $*#%ed up
Too much partying, boys and stuff
Taken for granted just how hard
Barely passing for my report card

I ruled today I just must live
My life, to the fullest, and to give
Back to all who help me to stay
Family, friends, defining me to claim nay.

Nay, I will never end early my years
Selfish would it be; no other word more clear
For people who care and have to deal
If I were gone; their lifelong empty feel

Not being conceded; I'm not all that
I just couldn't ever leave someone like that
Abandonment, giving up, not me
I'll fight this challenge to get off AP*

Staying in school's now my number one
Everything comes second; last listed is 'Fun'
Focus on completing the work I need
Will help me cope with getting degree'd

From this message, please take away
The thought to never check out early your stay
Here on this earth, even when you're down
Think of your loved ones who'll always want you around.


*AP: Academic Probation- possibility of removal of university for poor grades


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

To Whom It May Concern

To Whom it may concern,
the chances of my letter reaching you
are as slim as a message in a bottle.
My words throttle in waves of desolate emotion.
As common at it may be,
the moral to the message at sea is "Chance".
To Whom it may concern,
the chances of my letter reaching you
are as slim as a baby walking without a waddle.
My words throttle in falls of desolate emotion.
As common as it may be,
the moral of the waddling baby is "Chance".
To whom it may concern,
the chances of my letter reaching you
are as slim as a sponsor less model.
My words throttle in bankrupts of desolate emotion.
As common as it may be,
the moral to the model's degree is "Chance".
To Whom it may concern,
The chances of my letter reaching you are slim.
Because of my desolate emotions, I try any how.
As common as it may be,
It's by chance that one day you might hear me
Sincerely, To Whom it may concern


Details | Senryu | |

That Sucks

<                                     on your own death bed 
                                       you couldn't even admit ........
                                       that you were married














Entry For Paula Swenson's Contest 
Two Wrongs Don't Make A Right
G.L. All


Details | Ballad | |

ILLS OF SMOKING

Can I be any different from the dragon,
Can I be more precious that the dinosaur,
Some say it warms me,
Some say it flavours adorn me,
Some say it savours my body senses,
Hey! i smoke,am distinct,
At bay its death lurking about ye advicing you to be extinct,
A moving tombstone,
Please what are your chances of survival with a pack in your breast pocket,
A missile hooked between your lips,come on light it up come on,
Your lungs,
So long,
Your creator prolongs,
Heal thy soul stop smoking,
Smoke in any form kills.


Details | Verse | |

Spirituals and Drums

My ancestors walking in the night
using oil lights and moonlight for guides
while being instructed to Wade in the Water
to camouflage their scents like disguise

The Sweet Chariot awaited 
so they could ride away
Harriet was a soldier
and it wasn't an option to be caught during the day
That's the same mentality Nat Turner had when he sang
Steal Away

They would follow the drinking gourd
so all were in accord to go north
The Gospel Train was coming
and at the end of the journey
was a fine reward
Freedom was coming
and it was a long time coming and
they walked until they heard freedom bells ringing
and I still hear their tired footsteps running

Thinking of My Darling Nelly Gray
Stolen from my arms a random September day
and eliminated our chances to run away together
No family ties, no love, no strength says the oppressor

Then I hear the drums beat in the darkness
giving me the hope of finally being free
Maybe I'll follow them this time on faith
on bended knee
There must be a place for me among the light
of this darkness
Among oppression, thieves, evil-doers
no thought on their conscience

Thank goodness for the safe houses that
supported our traveled distances
and for the conductors who bore witnesses
and may God have mercy on the souls who
were against this
and on those who chose to forget this sh@!

I still hear crying in quilts of safety 
because I know that the burden was heavy
to be at the mercy of nature and patrol men
catching run-away slaves for money
Some did it bare feet with freedom ahead of this
loved induced journey and they made it
So all that bull about how your life is hard
just stuff it in an envelope and save it



Details | Than-Bauk | |

Oh My God That's So Sad

<       Hands and feet nailed
         face so pale now
         tears hale down cheeks


Details | Rhyme | |

the Racist Heaven

As I slashed my wrists wide open
I smiled and could not wait for heaven
I beckoned for my love that a child once knew
I cried as the pain took over

Satan met me at the front door
He slipped on a banana peel that I left from before
I laughed and cried as the tears were of pain
I wished the devil himself would regain
Stand up for those that were cast out of hell
Stand down for those that would set heaven a spell
And relive the anguish of your boycott from jail
And smile as I run my pride though your nails
The ones I used on the lord when he was reborn
When he banished me from home for the belief was not sworn
I care not for you my son of taboo
I die now with you as we kill each other true
Your racist heaven with your laws and your rules
Speak true of your lies as you write another you
And tell your despise to the ones that follow the clue
I die alone for I died with truth
And the crying satan felt my love for him was due
And we both hold hands as we prepare to slip by
Our hearts become one as the racist heaven lets us die


Details | Light Poetry | |

A night to forget

She thought that he’s charming
Her friends says he is so cute
But little did they know
It’s the furthest from the truth

Her mom buys her a new dress
Because he ask her to the prom
But during the fun and laughter
He spikes her punch with rum

She wakes up in his BMW
He,s smiling with a cigarette
A morning she will remember
A night to forget

She can’t stop crying
She lies on her bed
Feeling hurt and disgusted
Suicide thoughts comes to her head

Her mom notice the changes
But she don’t know what is wrong
She use to sing in the church choir
The preacher says she stops coming around

She hugs her mother last night
Then walks out the door alone
And its now early morning
She didn’t come back home

She jumps over the bridge
They pull her body soaking wet
She couldn’t live with the memory
Of the night she can’t forget

It’s sad that her young life was ruin
By the evil that lays hidden behind a smile
Her mother life is shattered
Never knowing what happen to her child

This is happening to innocent girls
All over the world
Taking away their dignity and pride
Sucking the life out of their very soul

Another girl sits under a tree
Reading a book of poem by kaz ishmael
He said “excuse me just got to say
That you have a beautiful smile

She brushes her long hair
Think her jeans didn’t fit to right
His BMW is waiting out side
They are going to movies tonight


Details | Ballad | |

Deadman Wonderland

Now that you're becoming Undone It's time to have some fun In Deadman Wonderland Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao The setting Red Sun of Kali Shows it's time for your life to Pay We are the Kind to be feared -your friends We look like anyone you see Thuggee--Death's Devotees Face our treachery Bhowanee we must please She needs more--we have found our mark, our mark Won't you be the one to save humanity? Can't you see this is Deadman Wonderland Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Sacrifice! For The Black-Skinned Queen Sacrifice! For Our Mother Kali Sacrifice! It's Not Enough Sacrifice! No Mercy! This is Deadman Wonderland Deadman Wonderland This is Deadman Wonderland Deadman Wonderland


Details | Senryu | |

Molding Most

Education given
Think do not
Do what we say


Details | Free verse | |

Power Of Love

"When the power of love
overcomes the love of life,
peace and contentment 
extend the hand of remembrance."


Details | Rhyme | |

HISTORY IN POETRY-

HISTORY IN POETRY

REMEMBER, REMEMBER THE 5TH of NOVEMBER.

The world still remembers Mr Guy Fawkes,
who plotted to blow up the House of Lords.
Tortured, guilty of treason, the story is told
how he cheated The Hangman; he jumped off the scaffold.
A broken neck did not appease the Crown,
who hung and quartered all foes of renown.
In response, a decree that all people remember
the failed plot; a holiday, for the 5th of November! 

Children hunt while mothers groan,
‘Why can’t we be left alone?
All we want is a place to rest, 
But all we hear is, ‘Where’s Grandpa’s vest?
You want those old trousers I threw out,
and those old shoes, with their soles half out?
If I threw them out, then they’re no good,
So please be quiet you know you should.’

‘We won’t be noisy; we will be good.
We’re looking for two long bits of wood.’
‘Hey Mum, we found these sticks, in the bombed out houses.
Can we have Dad’s old coat; and those old trousers?’
Stuffed with paper, gosh, he’s fat!
The bonfire’s ready, but where’s Guy’s hat?
Oh there it is, stuck fast in that briar,
Now Guy Fawkes was ready for our street’s Bon-Fire.

We couldn’t bother Mum, and Dad was at his works,
but, we needed money to buy fireworks.
‘Penny for the Guy, Mister,’ we called outside the shop,
‘we must have some crackers when we put him up top.’
Bangers and Jumping Jacks, were thrown on the ground
to give a fright and a scare as all dodged around.
There were bottles with rockets that fly to the sky.
There were hands in pockets; warm and dry.

The flames rose high, we could see through the fire.
The Guy stood up on his funeral pyre.
He cannot jump off that pile of wood;
he’s tied tight to the chair that used to be good.
On the chair’s legs, we all scratched our names,
And remember the reason as it goes up in flames.
Guy Fawkes, on barrels of gun powder; a patsy
for the treasonable reasons of Robert Catesby.

Remember, remember the 5th of November
not for the gunpowder, the treason or the plot.
Betrayed, found guilty, Fawkes cheated being slaughtered.
By the government who wanted him drawn and quartered,
but Guy Fawkes? He died his way, whether they liked it or not. 


Details | Lyric | |

The End To A Wild Ride

This is the end of all the rollercoasters we have rode
So dont look back
Because the world is going up in smoke
Just ride along with me
We will find eachother when the light goes out

Lost in a Wilderness
Will we find ourselves again
After we have been blown up into peices
Who will survive?
Who will make it to the end?

The clouds will darken
And the sun will go black
There bombs will drop
And Silence our voices

Would we have found the love 
We were searching for in the 60's
Would we have found the peace
We researched in our childhood

Would we have fixed bullying
and told children about Columbine
Would we have stopped the Depression
And told children about the help they can get

Would we be ready when the world ends
Or will we be left in the past
Would we believe in God in time for our ending
Or will we still be selling books on another religion

One day we will forget how to hope and learn how to fear.


Details | I do not know? | |

From Then To Now

Hand in hand we walked 
together into Reception
Nothing could stop us and 
together we were three
James and I LARP-ed Doctor 
Who for fun
We talked and laughed for 
hours
Because no stress was in our 
way
Anna and I smiled and laughed
And jumped on our bouncy 
castle
With nothing dividing us.

Side by side we walked 
together into Year 6
Some stranger stopped them to 
talk and broken we were alone
James and I talked about 
Doctor Who for fun
And we talked and kissed for 
hours
But misunderstanding broke us 
up
Anna and I still smiled and 
laughed
And joked about our bouncy 
castle
But secondary school was going 
to divide us.

With no one there I walked 
alone into Year 7
And a stranger became my 
friend and together we were 
two
Violet and I both loved Doctor 
Who
And James found Dominic
So James and I talked for mere 
minutes
And school started pulling us 
apart
Anna and I still laughed and 
smiled
Still promising to be friends 
Never letting it divide us

Suffocating and drowning I 
walked into Year 9
Hating how I was and feeling 
alone
Katie and Chloe were so pretty
And Violet so funny and all 
were better than me
James and I hardly talked or 
saw each other
But we still made the most of 
our friendship
As we were like family, stress 
couldn’t break us apart
Anna and I laughed but I did 
not smile genuinely
Because the bouncy castle was 
long gone
And our schools were beginning 
to divide us

Dead yet breathing I stand 
right now
And I hate who am I and every 
single detail
Fights broke us up and pulled 
us apart
So I can feel Katie, Violet and 
Chloe
Falling further out my reach
James moved house to a place 
unknown
And blamed me for never 
talking to him
But really it was because of my 
ex who was a girl
It was for something beyond 
my control
Anna and I were still friends; 
only by a thread
As she did not know about me
And how school broke me apart

So this is me now; I’m all alone
No longer the smiling young girl 
of reception
The only person talking to me 
is me
And the voice in side my head
You see; they all left me and 
always will
So now the only call I answer
Is that of my blades
And the darkness
That is constantly
Pulling me
Down


Details | Free verse | |

In My Community

Our Ancestors fought to the death,
Just so we can live a brighter day,
So before you light up that blunt of meth,
Think about what you’re giving away,
It was a glad day in history when Obama rose to victory,
The first black president was all we knew,
Dark skin is in!
Haven’t you heard?
That even in our community, 
You can get burned,
It’s a sad day when people would rather stay home and “Crank That Amber Cole”,
Than get up and run to a poll,
In our community,
Rockin’ Luis V is better than having a college degree,
And teen pregnancy is not only a trend,
But the single motherhood that follows should end,
Young girls learn of a wonderful prince to take them away,
Nothing should change thought their mothers prince didn’t stay,
And as the tears fade away,
She grows stronger every day,
In our community,
Fighting is no longer a word,
You argue with someone and shots are heard,
Girls showing places the sun don’t show,
So how do they expect the community to grow?
Where love is a figment of imagination,
Making a young child question her creation,
Young mothers would rather buy the iPhone 5,
Then satisfy her baby’s cries,
While her new man’s eye,
Wander up another girl’s thighs,
In our community,
Where #team dark skin vs #team light skin,
Makes others not love the skin they’re in,
Love, lust, hate, and trust,
Giving a rose on Valentine’s Day is no longer a must, 
Where bad is good and good is bad,
Who would think to see their grandmother sad?
Her hurt and pain,
Shows how our community has lost everything her parents fought to gain.


Details | I do not know? | |

For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Stop!

Stop the abuse!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Listen!

Listen to the voices!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Think!

Think of how you treat,

grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Act!

Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,

grand-fathers,
colleagues,
boyfriends,
husbands,
nephews,
brothers,
partners,
fathers,
uncles,

men,

all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


Details | Free verse | |

Door

Grab the handle
Turn
		And open


Details | Senryu | |

Heroes

Love toward heroes Eagles gather together Where carcasses fall 8/8/2011 Edited 8/9/11 for and in honor of Carolyn Devonshires contest Bald Eagle in Cemetry


Details | Epigram | |

Sin Not

Evil thoughts equal sin
One must purge them within


Details | Parallelismus Membrorum | |

E I G H T H AT EIGHT

Edit (Second prize
	EIGHTH AT EIGHT A.M.
    
By Free Cee on 10/19/11 at 9:28am 

While walking when the southern wind changes in my direction
and become nor-easters such as a festering infection
I have not a choice but to go where my worn out shoes will take me
 Until I reach far enough south for the sun to bake me 
so people inquire why I don't drive a car
and i tell them because were i to have one I'd drink after leaving a bar

Panama Pete, the owner, knows straight vodka is all i ever drink
and he knows how many I need to no longer think
since drinking at eight A.M. only gets me in trouble with ladies or the law
and please don't think that alcohol is my only flaw
so I leave old Pete with his Panama hat's brim well worn
until, more often than not, I awake on some stranger's lawn
how I got there and why I am indifferent to
and take my word for it I am different from you
you probably have loved ones who would care if you'd die
I, however, could expire and not a soul on earth would cry
no moans, no groans and no tears would be shed
for only Panama Pete will miss me when I'm dead

other people I’ve cheated will try to slay me because they despise me
and no tuxedo, three piece suit nor pin-stripes can disguise me
i am what i am because of a detrimental mind
and people can discern what i am even if they're blind
So I rise from the stranger's lawn and keep on the run 
(Panama Pete is actually his name and owns or owned a seedy bar on eighth avenue and 46th Street in Manhattan. i haven't seen him in twelve years but if he’s still among the living I’m giving ten to one odds that say, were i to walk into his establishment he'd pour me four and one on the house)
  TO PANAMA PETE WHEREVER YOU MAY BE © 2011 ~free cee!~


Details | Free verse | |

Reflections: Intellectualism

To Dine, To Die;
Conversations spiral
While thunderous eyes
Grasp concepts to recycle.

Constant debt crisis
A political paradox
Grating social devices
Over the sorting of socks.

Pseudo-analysis
An endless groan
Argumental paralysis
The debate grants no throne.

Existentialism
Over a roast
Potatoes won't listen
To who talks the most.

"That point is so interesting"
The floor is open for chat
"What is real?" not a thing
"Meow" adds the cat.


Details | Free verse | |

Phoenix immortal

Mass of red and gold plumage
blood of supreme incessant immortality flows within
Only I alone can reign stronger
a fortiori
than the army of any man or beast
Symbolic of Christ, ressurection, afterlife
In death redeemed
consumed by fire
only to be born again of ashes
I will rise up again!

Injured from mortals wars 
I simply ameliorate and regenerate
I am fire and divinty
Continually watching the irresolute
ever changing, dynamic world around me
In despair I scrutinize and contemplate 
as all things moral 
are taken from me periodically and adinfinitum
lost ever and again

Armys of mortals have chased my blood for an age
in want of my immortality
Whilst they wrangle with continual want
and I would content for less
I have met no immortal contender
my glorification to you either unobtainable 
or a terrible curse
As a deity I serve this planet in all my supremacy
for I will foresee you all




Authors note

This piece was originally written as a two part collaborative effort with poet Kathleen C. 
Mannon, otherwise known by pen name kkatie55 . The prompt we were given to write to for 
contest was Mortal vs. Immortal in September of 2007, a month after I first started writing I 
believe. To begin with we both took our ideas and wrote individually then bringing our ideas 
together and changing slightly to fit from there… I tried to write so this would stand alone 
too, and have only just decided to bring it out to share for opinion. To see the write with the 
omitted verses written by the other poet, please feel free to go view at this link where each 
poet has initialled over their respective stanzas/verses. 
http://allpoetry.com/poem/3404940
Thankyou for your trouble in reading this explanation, but I do not wish to discredit its 
original intention nor take anything away from the other poet by placing this half here. I 
hope you shall be excited about reading it in full…


Details | Lyric | |

Life as an Addict





                                        

                                     Life as an Addict


                         Life as an addict, life as an addict
                       Life as an addict is like running into
                            A reinforce cinderblock wall
                                    Losses after losses 
                                           Virtually
                     Ending in a jail cell or luxurious casket
                      Day after day the addiction keeps at it
                                           Eventually 
                                Opening doors to the soul
                          Stepping inside leading you down
                               A wicked and dark passage
                                           Ultimately
                                     Leaving you naked
                                  Clinching your wounds
                                      Shattering dreams
                                      Low self – esteem
                                    Thoughts in captivity
                                          Life of misery
                         Life as an addict limited imagination
                                 Waste of God’s creation
                                          But forgiven
                                      Evil, dark passage 
                                  Reinforce walls, jail cell
                                Lost soul, luxurious casket 
                            Life as an addict, life as an addict
                                        Life as an addict.


Details | Rhyme | |

Free Bird

<                             "Hark" the Herald Angels begin to sing
                 "Jesus"patiently awaits so her children can say their last goodbyes
                       Cancer is the one thing she will not have to bring
                            For she earned her wings and is now free to fly 



Entry For 
Carolyn Devonshire's
 Perception Of Heaven's Contest
G.L. All



RIP Mama
{1934-2005}


Details | Burlesque | |

Where the fools go

There is a building, two blocks down
Where students come from out of town.
There are no textbooks,
There are no rules.
Only students labeled as fools.
They learn about life in a peculiar way,
Their school isn’t open in during the day.
The streets are mean and give no mercy.
The bar is left open for those who are thirsty.
The teachers walk around in lingerie,
Their principal goes by the name Big Ray.
The tests they take are not the norm,
They have to fill out AIDS, HIV, and STD forms.
The projects they do are illicit and wrong,
Demonstrations for using a bong.
The guidance counselor is a joke,
He’ll pass you a joint and tell you to toke.
The students there can never fail,
They get their diplomas from the jail.
Vocab words like hustle and flow
Are the only terms you need to know.
It’s a secretive place.
But everyone knows,
This is where all of the fools go
.
To get enrolled is not hard to do,
Just say the password ‘LIFE’ at door 422.


Details | Free verse | |

Loss of innocence

Houses lost, friends go away…
Then others I’ve never known…
Some areas worse, some less…
But all have seen the scar…

Empty homes with vacant eyes…
The bank will own the loan…
Won’t let lose their precious prize…
Until they’ve made a score…

A few will pass thru many hands…
Most will wait with time…
In the end we all lose…
With tears in our eyes…

The only winner any where…
Is the bank that still holds on…
There was really no doubt on this…
As the monster gobbles more…

As still so much is lost by all...


Details | Rubaiyat | |

Outside Of The Box

This is a tale for you regarding Pandora and the box.
Here we find an attempt to put back on the lock
A trip back to Alexandria in your mind we must go
Trying to protect but you can’t turn back the clock

What had tried to be sealed is not what one expect
Only wanting to keep others from trying to dissect
The library was vast holding knowledge long passed
Gallant was the attempt though evil did misdirect

Someone had already check out these 365 books
See the flames raised high the city did overcook
Spread them north and east so ordered the beast
Because at the Star he did not want you to look


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

They said her time had come- Death by insurance

They said her time had come
No place to run
No place to hide
No time for fun
Just an empty vessel inside
Going through the motions
Numb.
Overwhelming emotions
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Evil coats
She wants to run
She desires to have fun
Not understanding why she can not play
It is now the month of May
Another denial letter
Another denial to get better
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Why such looks of sorrow?
She doesn’t understand
For there is always tomorrow
Evil coats
She takes a breath
Smelling all of the flowers
No place to hide
Now literally an empty vessel inside
They said her time had come

Her time had come
Her bald head 
Just four years old
She looks to comfort from her mom and dad
Why do they look so sad?
Evil coats drag them away 
She never got that chance to go out and play
Beep. Beep. Beeep.. Bleeeeep….. 
The room floods with long white coats
Now to heaven this little girl floats
Her time had come

They said her time had come
She was just a name
No money, undeserving of fame
Easy for her to be denied
If only the suits had looked her in the eyes
Who is to blame? 
Sent to the free clinic
Now dead at four
No insurance
Ooops! What a shame…
She could have been saved
Now two parents at her grave
Once a happy family, now destroyed
Because THEY said her time had come


Details | Tanka | |

Fishing in Black Sea

Fishing in Black Sea
We found the old emeralds
The tears of lovers
In hope to cover the Earth:
Adorno`s  imperative


Details | Couplet | |

Fur Ball

<               my little girl came to me and asked for a pet
                 to me my heart just hasn't been quite set

                 but who could resist those baby brown eyes
                 and all those little wimpers and desirable sighs

                 so off we went in our broken down wagon
                 where the rear end you could tell was sagging

                 to petland is where we went
                 pocketbook really took a dent

                 odie and garfield was their chosen names
                 two bunny hampsters very different but the same

                 oh my little girl was not yet done
                 said mama we need hampster ball so they can have alot of fun

                  and don't forget their bedding liners
                  so their living will be much finer

                  but first you must buy them their cage
                  oh my little girl is quite smart for her age

                  she knows they like fruit and snacks
                  so she doubled order with ten sacks


                   ring ring ring ding ding ding
                   did it's cash register ever so did sing


                   eighty five fifty
                   well ain't that nifty


                   handed lady one hundred
                   mumbling under breath was said


                   left store in a hurry
                   with our clothes looking so dam fury




Written By Katherine Stella  7/3/11

Entry For Francine Robert's
Pick A Pet Contest
G.L. All


Details | Ottava rima | |

As The Cycle Completes

Spending time in prayer the truth is revealed
Man’s weapons useless our fates they be sealed
Returned to a point the cycle resets 
Drifting through space this rock we live on jets
Full-scale war part of the cycle been told
Realizing this though you may fear be bold
Dispatched are the horse men igniting fire
Accomplished mission be our lords desire


Details | Epic | |

im sick of it

im sick of it
sitting and waiting while people are hating
im invinsable 
i wanna change things 
be a woman that insnt a cleche 
im original 
i wanna be writen 
in books in history 
saying she did some thing 
im dissapointed in humanity
just walking around in complete insanity
so blissfully unaware 
of anothers humanity
how SAD 
you walk into me 
us humans 
are surrounded in stupidity
WAKE UP
STAND UP 
BE AWARE 
just CARE!!

if not Im flying to SATURN !! TAKE CARE !!


Details | Narrative | |

A Viking Warrior pt. 1

In the grand days of old let the truth be told/

Those ships and mate's in plight,

With ancient fool's who had launched in an all night battle !

The one who stayed alone and quiet would lose/

A much happy time of old !

Mediocre drawn beers as an angry mob grew bolder !

For the little troll would oft' loosen his undergarments ?

Ready for a fight/

Along came a black knight !

The little troll found himself a bit helpless among the resistance,

In the distance a land far to quaint in which to behold,

Try to filter out the sorrowful resistance/

A castle promptly built for the proud and noble !

What was once thrown down into the rubble,

Yet still my heart beats a bit frantic now ?

Torn in the midst of breathless moments/

We suddenly captured a sweet glimpse of heaven,

But then to suddenly leave again !

With fallen trees of fern and elm,

Then suddenly the sword pulled out of the lasting storm !

With gentle onlooker's to approach,

A vining warrior with hidden spear inside,

Traveler's visiting from the East would often run away and hide ?

Yet what had hit me from my blind side ?

Was it the heavy notion of a wizard living inside ?

A darkened portal that had come to light !

With a famed court prince on some winged plight/

Along comes a big dragon with a focused intent,

Outside a winged servant was inclined to viscously launch out into the night/

To enlarge his welcoming with some frantic fright !

Amidst the hidden turmoil of the given plight/

With the great task in which to make all things right !


Details | Free verse | |

What Burden

I sing because I'm happy, I sing because I'm free
 Because the burden of slavery is no longer on me
 I've seen the thunder and the rain
 But like a plant outside, only growth I've gained

Stopped by the police, he just wanted to see
 What a black man was doing in a Grand Marquis
 Was reaching for my insurance, he said it was a gun
 Just a book about black man's struggle he had overcome

But see, he thought I was scared and wanted to hide
 But I sat in my driver's seat with all of my pride
 He couldn't get me mentally, so he drove away
 Yeah I' black, and my car came from a mom who would pray

See these statistics say black males just fight, kill and fail
 Do a poll on me, guarantee you'll change ideals of a black male
 See you think my emotions are bursting at the seams
 But I'm not an idealist, I'm a realist with dreams

My intelligence is leaving you scared, putting you in fear
 Yeah I said it, didn't Tyson your ear so I know you could hear
 The past is the past, back then they'd have to fight
 But I don't have to cause I was born with rights

America loves to call black dads deadbeats
 But can't acknowledge the ones finding their kids food to eat
 My black mama did it on her own and never had to steal
 And made sure me and my sister always had a meal

The first male in my family to go to college for a degree
 Yeah look passed the nappy hair and beard before analyzing me
 Been passing racial slurs generation to generation, it's time for an interference
 Cause I'm not a colored man, I'm a man with a different appearance

Yeah Dr. King fought for me and other blacks
 But he's gone now, so I don't need his actions on my back
 Don't read me wrong, I'm thankful for what he did
 But integration is wide open and segregation has a closed lid

These old racists need to go and plead the fifth
 So that future kids can see racism as just a myth
 Let this grudge end and just live your life
 Cause you're only stabbing the Constitution with a knife

Thank you for the slurs, lynchings and KKK
 Cause now you're all too tired to block the future so get out of our way
 My father in heaven made me, so I was meant to black
 He instilled wisdom in me, while you're intelligence slacks

So please tell me what burden do I have to bear
 Success is my future and now you're in a scare
 My light beams bright as the sun, you're unlit
 Struggles are done, I'm hear to stay so deal with it

http://soundcloud.com/abraham-t-shaw/what-burden


Details | I do not know? | |

Life Cheater

Go ahead you weak headed coward

Take the pill to cheat on life and see your mind powered

You cant see what its meant to be

Instead you swallow pills of extacy

And say your free

And say you breath

Inside of me

Get the hell out of my face you tripping junkie

Its just a cliff note version of life thats handed to me

I cant blame you for being weak in the knees

And falling down when you had the perfect life you see

So lay your future on the mirror and cut it free

Roll up a George Washington and sniff it till you mind does bleed

Just remember your spoiled antics when you watch Africa dying from H.I.V.

You have no clue how life was meant to be

I would go deeper and make you really think

But based on your past you will have to get high to understand my link

For you need the help of pixie dust to have lust

I guess you did not love yourself enough to have trust

You stupid cowards, go ahead and face the reflection

Drop all the pills you have and promise me you will write me from heaven

And when you see the Angel of love 

Make sure you do extacy so you can actually feel her hug

Leave your organs to science so they can disect the meaning of dumb

I have no respect for those can cheat on life

If I did I would have no problem on those that cheat on their wife

Sniff your life away 

Blow your mind away

Trip over your meanless stray

Make sure you die a different day

You dont feel the love for me

So you have to take a f|_|cking pill to escape to a different planet to feel extacy

If that is the case I will take a different women to share the pain I bleed


Details | Rhyme | |

Odd Shaped Coffin

Odd Shaped Coffin

There once was a man
Not too big, not too small
Whose prowess with women
Let’s just say grew quite tall
So tall in fact
He’d pass out quite often
And remain in that state
Till a part of him softened
But even out cold
They said he could function
By using his head
In his far southern junction
But each time that he did this
He lost some control
Until one day he found
He could not reach his goal
Now a man such as this
Lived just for that thrill
So he finally went
For that little blue pill
And that’s where the man
Made a fatal mistake
Disregarding the side effects
That blue pill he did take
They laid him to rest
In an oddly shaped coffin
For a large part of the man
Really never did soften

In one year alone 522 deaths were attributed to Viagra usage and doctors suspect many, many more occurred but were not reported.

Medical warning from Uncle Mike


Details | Epigram | |

Abstract Be the Closed Minded

Selfish and greedy they grasp at one cause
Blind be the dead denying Natures laws


Details | Senryu | |

Opportunities There Be

In deeds throughout
Stars are vast
Asking Father time


Details | Haiku | |

Bells and Cries

A lovely lady;
Growing inside, a new life.
A man in a tux.

Another bell rings now.
Final grades, balanced college offers,
Off to another adventure.

Damp ground, headstones.
Growing inside, a new life,
Done with their adventures.

-Caroline Youngless


Details | Epic | |

Sinful Saint

Yeah I walk around life waitng for death/ 
I live in constant despair looking to be blessed/ 
Lies over truth around here always seem to infect/ 
The more sin I get in life the more saintly I seems less/ 
Im trapped in same dark place ;looking for a lighter quest 
I try and live a life full of goodness still trapped in badness I am yet to confess/
 I try and hold onto what seems like something but theres nothing really but family left/
 I know I am not he best, nor am I like the rest/ 
I know I can master checkers but still downed in chess/. 
I got to clean up my act because my life is a mess/ 

I patiently sit back while I ponder life for death and I wait/ 
I might as well look for something simple because I never find nothing great/ 
I struggle to stay under love and over my own hate/ 
I try and be real with others when to my own self I stay fake/ 
I feel life obstacles jolt my ambition like a chain that never breaks/ 
I want less more in life yet as a daily sinner I continue to both physically and mentally take/
 I try and change my dark ways but still struggle at the fact that it might be too late/
 I usaully catch myself complaining when infact I should be thankful for whats on my plate/
 I usually hang onto the past and get scared of the future when I should worry about today/
 I going to be that better man for my child because that sinner no longer in my heart I aint/
 Sometimes in life we all struggle until we strive, but until then Im trapped between a young lost SINFUL SAINT........


Details | I do not know? | |

The killer beast in me

The killer beast in me

There’s a potent killer beast that lives in me,
That slowly rips my flesh apart that you can’t see.
It came to existence through reckless pleasures, 
Now this life is lived to certain measures.

This killer within has made me weak
And for many years afraid to speak
It eats my flesh and leaves me bones
One day my chest will be packed with stones

Show mercy upon us beast don’t let us mourn
Forgive our children and the newly born
That you have made orphans in the care of poverty
And now they lay hungry in the arms of sympathy

And through you I feel like I’m a shame
You’ve made me anger that passes blame
You’ve turned us human like you a beast
Were we rape and murder like it’s a feast?

But today we’ve learnt to know you better 
And with positive thought we’ll cure the matter
Cause together as one we will stand
To fight against your upper hand

We’ve given you the honour for far to long
And no more shall we dance to the boring HIV/Aids song
Cause all you are is just a horrible beast
But triumph will come and we will feast.


Details | Rhyme | |

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

Twinkle twinkle little star.
I no longer wonder what you are.
Because of one much like you who died so very long ago,
the Milky Way and all its contents to that departed star we all owe.
Your sister died and through her death she created the birth
of other stars, our solar system as well as all life here on earth.
If I were to witness the death of a star
my heart would be so filled with such great adulation.
For if I were to witness the death of a star
I'd be witnessing a moment much like our creation.
So the next time someone asks you where you're from
tell them that you come from a place very far.
A far away place out there in outer space,
Created in the heart of a star.


Details | Acrostic | |

Shoeless Wanderers of Heaven

N ever again will the Tribes of Israel be the sacrificial lamb of man.
A nnealed in furnaces of man, not in Olam HaEmet by the Almighty in "the World of Truth."
Z ealots rose from the ashes of the ovens and now defend like Sicarii of old.
I srael blooms and grows in the desert, returned by Allied Forces to the cauldron.
H ome to the Holy Land, they were sent, shipped, caste surrounded by Arab foe, isolated. 
O vens melted their hearts, striped their forms for their souls held no intrinsic value.
L ampshades and shoes were made from their skin, jewelry from the gold in their teeth.
O rders given by The Third Reich were obeyed without conscious. The herd was culled.
C hrist-killer the Christian mind said, devil worshiper, their deaths were acceptable.
A nti-Semitism always has been and always will be a threat to Jews everywhere.
U nited, Jews must form a majority population in Israel so Jews everywhere feel safe.
S anctuary will never again being denied Israel will be safe haven from religious persecution.
T o a future where all men have intrinsic worth regardless of race, creed or religion, pray.


Details | Free verse | |

The Lynchings on Fox News


I’ve seen black sheep set in Pongola grass

Within pallid seas, differed, 

Like black buttons on a white cotton suit;

Sheep are color blind.

A bee is fine-looking,

But there’s fire in its ass.

Can the wild goat trust

The adder with inviting pelt?

Did Emmitt Till paint changes

With his blood in cotton picking towns;

The blood that called from Mississippi, 

Like Abel’s blood calling from the ground.

Death had a voice, a voice in the wind,

The wind that walked north-west

And brought a microscope

For John Public to see

How inferior to dogs we are.

As a child, I played

Ring-around-the-roses

Until I saw “Rosewood”

And heard the drums

Beaten like Rodney King, 

And the heartbeat of Cojoe

And Nanny racing

Towards the mountain of the devil,

To escape the cotton fields.

The drums are always talking.

The old south is alive and kicking high.

This is no Elvis tale. Exhume the body,

See with your own eyeballs.

No DNA can confirm

That Jim Crow is dead.

Jim Crow has a roost on Fox News.

He’s always crowing,

Whipped up by the “boy”

In the WHITE house.

How much can you see

If you look from the outside?

I’ve seen it even in REM sleep,

Even when I dream of roasted breadfruit,

Jockato in coconut milk, and Chinese geisha;

Willie Lynch is a man breathing

The smog-filled air in Washington.

In 1955, Money was the root of the evil,

And ’68 Memphis was the cross 

Of the sacrificial lamb,

But these days men are lynched

In broad day light.

String up, dangling

Like papa's khakis  floating

In breeze walking the orange glen.

All eyes should see our opinion of them.

Today we’re civilize, 

And Catholicism is not voodoo.

We no longer use rope,

Our tongues do a fine job.

Like Mutabaruka,

I have no color problem;

Everything is black to me,

As black as Sarah’s view of the motherland

(It’s not too vital for her to learn).

If blue skies

Cried acid,

And wash the dark color

From this portrait,

I would still be black,

As black as tar.

It’s in my blood. 



 


Details | Free verse | |

Shadow Attention Stalking

A claim from me of your shadow is the attention of my own, and when you point to mine as well we then become the same. Should this then be justified, to move our selves to this? I will say yes if through it we quell the line of intent those forms expel. Does quell then lead us as if we've moved? at last transparent in sight and in mood? with memory to move by what attentions grasp, and already again we start to maintain a past. See, there is more to the abstract then memory or sex, or leading attention to forms of the next. Or even the lines which bring form to the scape for the witness towards constructs of worlds where we meet. It's more then our knowing of your memory and leadings, and far more then the affect put forth from proceedings. or the memory of action of you within another... already abstracted, and unknown still abstracting. There is more to the abstract then sound, memory, movement or sex... or even the act of bringing our attention to the next. Merge with me, least we still become these shadows.


Details | Verse | |

Pink Slime

Pink Slime, Pesticides
And chicken thighs bigger than my thighs

And we wonder why there is an increase
in learning disabilities among children today 
I say it’s because the process, that the food is processed and grown and raised, is
compromised by demand, money, greed or fame. 
I do understand that demand is high 
so we have to do somethin’

So to compete, we inject hormones into the very animal or plant that is sold for consumption
So now we eat these hormones and our bodies are stressed because of the added pesticides and  herbicides and other sh#! that’s hard to digest  

I mean what’s really the cause?
There’s more kids with disabilities today than there ever was  
I say it’s because like the story is told in the verses, that knowledge is increasing in man and the result is not what He purposed. 

Pink Slime and Pesticides..We’re eating stuff that’s been chemically grown inside…and chickens bigger than my thighs


Details | Blank verse | |

corruption

The $ is corrupt, that's why a lot of niggas are fucced up , tryna get a Dolla like the government. Found out they did work with Hitler, now I know Osama wasn't no different they know everything, even where the nigga shitted and slept how stupid you think we are? No sir and no ma'am all that you say just sounds like spam, I want to Jam but what I bump gets crushed because its the truth and they don't want the truth because they some phony muthafukcas talkin jive and lies put crakc in the hood because they know, that our people are broken and weak stripped of culture and lost so they took hold of that poison. Fucc AmeriKKKa land of the free ain't *****free, freedom of speech ain't useful get put in jail for raisin hell about how you livin is hell ..


Details | Blank verse | |

Lost Poet

Life as a lonely lost poet bred from dark cracks 
Lost soul living plain and simple among the people black and white 
Drug along with alcoholic among us distracts 
Lost values and principles around one many continue to lack 
Everyday simple facts, its like breathing through plastic sacks 
Slowly suffercating until the brain goes wack 
Once death comes my way I must keep it part of my past 
Aint no way God going to bring my little brother back 
I guess its a curse upon all those of us living like outlaw of an outcast 
How the **** will I ever truly outlast until I heal and break out my cast 
God cant you see Im tired of wearing this permanent mask 
I know my poetry has hidden answers if I look and read closer so I shouldnt have to ask
 Staying lost is a choice in the open road with no gas 
So as a lost poet through hardships now and in the future I will outgrow it 
The devil trying to get my soul and behold it 
but I know only this one man controls it 
Its too priceless for even my own greed to have sold it 
So as a lost poet I will climber higher than high if not then right below it 
Found in a world of lies with few truths as but another lost poet


Details | Free verse | |

Ode to H.W. Longfellow

  
		
In his chest, his heart to bare.
All the pain and sorrow there.
   
Fire! Fire!  Everywhere!
Screaming! Crying! In despair.
   
Vailiantly dashing the flames he chased.
The fire melting his loves life, cotton and lace.
            
Scars to hide, upon his face. 
Still Henrys quill went on to trace
.            
"The Cross of Snow", a sweet sweet lay.
Of the wife he lost on that sad day. 
            
His thoughts of Fanny would harken him.
And is now at rest, with his mighty pen.......
 
 
 
 
 
 


Details | Personification | |

Who am i, i am a monster

pestilence restlessness sedatives
represent my main directives
presentment made me infected
selective systematic collective
medative hesitation effects my relevance
like hell needs a prince
never accept limits
convince me long since
i should repent
i never new what i was trying to attempt
i believed it was from hell i was sent
because once you get under my skin
you'll never tempt me again
Friendly enemy or foe
i don't not care at all no
Then into the monster i transform im a fellin 
my exoskeleton is made from titanium dripped gelatin
Perfectly flexible cybernetic veins here my bellowing
im set to kill automatic tongue im never mellowing
i spit sparatic people lavish my tongue lashing hello n
goodbye nice to see you have a good time kill a fellow n
realize im a villain include chronic in my song im telling
you dog like wrestling im raw but bloody like saw your welting
from my manic pelting i keep it strapped above my belt im melting

My personification became like a puppeteer
i dangle on the strings of my sanity
and dance in the pale moon lite 
its in my nature to believe i am something i am not
a look in the mirror is a trip into a place that has never
been seen before in the depths of my consciousness


Details | Rhyme | |

come home (first verse)

AS my chest gets pumped by the rescue team
I see my soul slowly hover over the scene
 
my life begins to flash I see me in my youth
stealing candy out the store in my Easter suit

I used to skip Sunday school and the bible lessons
but those vital lesson could have saved my adolescents

my mom stressing I was completely outrageous
my education wasn't between the text pages

was so impatient these streets fed what I was craving 
It left mom weeping and waiting praying and pacing

with total dedication she would sacrifice
I'm out the back with hoodlums in the night

involved with all types of things that won't right
and moms used to gripe about what did each night

but Im in my zone 
Im grown
as a matter of fact I'm gone
leaving mom up waiting for praying for her son to come home


Details | Lanterne | |

Outside This Reality

              One
         Must choose
     Where they want
         To or not to
              Exist


Details | I do not know? | |

Gulf Oil Spill !

Man to blame,
Once again to his shame,
His record continues to destroy !
 
The beauty he did not create, nor can he save…
He will never learn how to properly behave…

Nature screams pointlessly once again ?
Fearing where next we’ll drill ?
Gulf oil spill.


Details | Free verse | |

Eye Candy Sport

       Eye Candy Sport

Pretty young things fill the caverns of love
Spectators pay to see abortions live
Bets are placed.
Sparsely clad girls with signs march around the rink
Pink, innocent, candy like parades of flesh
On display for all to see
Freedom at play
Skeletons flee the closets
There are no secrets or places left to hide
Eye candy virgins walk the streets at night
As pretty as a picture with a knife


Details | Rhyme | |

Just What Is A Broken Dream, Anyway

A strange sight upon a lonely road.
A dream ripped in half.
Looking closer, I wonder what was the travail.
An old price tag attached, making me wonder at what price it was sold.
Along the edges, tattered and torn, it gave forth an evil laugh.
As if some sly devil concocted a way to turn someone pale.

Onward I traveled, with pack upon my back.
To the left and right of the road were littered with more broken dreams.
So many that one could not keep track.
Some having been blown into the parallel stream.

So, I checked the pack upon my back.
And, yep all my dreams were there in a stack.

Cold winds howl, trying to rip my back pack to shreds.
Freezing were the winds, but forward I march.
Never losing sight of my dreams in spite of many dreads.
They all hold up strong even though many times I'm in a lurch.

Suddenly I see people returning to the road.
Going back and picking up their dreams.
Dusting them off and restoring them to their pack.
Each and every one said to me, you are quite bold.
To go forth and not let the cold winds of fate not destroy your knack.
To face life as it comes and not give up even if offered gold.

Good, bad fortune, are likewise of no importance.
Put a failed dream back in your pack and maybe a new day will appear.
Where you can unpack that dream and give it another go.
But, for today, march forward, today's failure might tomorrow's dance.
You gave it your best, and win or lose, that game has ended with a spear.
Win or lose, that game is done so pack it's knowledge away in your pack and grow.

Suddenly down the road a new vista appears and a brand new game.
Left high and dry or victorious are the two possible ends of any venture.
But in truth, knowledge is all you will have, win or lose.
For tomorrows game is just around the bend, all the same.
Win or lose, the game of life only ends for the moment within sight of the new adventure.
So, to quit and call it the end, only makes you look like a goose.





Details | Ottava rima | |

We Are The One

As we gather, the sun heats sweet beats
Blazing lands ye spread far west test rest
These winds that blow changes though, will steel
The cry of banshee, they dare rust trust
They not see the light of day hither wither
Signs knew not, manifest He speak seek
Plainly in view will be done son Sun
To be undone this cloaked veil, gowns crowns


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The art of blessing


As a pediatric nurse
One may least expect 
To lead by 
Very young children
Sensing
The art of blessing.

These are not angels,
Invisible messengers
Or winged beings, but
Dying children 
Heralding
The art of blessing.

Soon after birth, Leslie 
Began dying of hemophilia,
The large general hospital
Become his second home, 
Transcending darkness around
The social taboo: death.

On the day of the inevitable 
He was four, acting forty:
Doesn't act like a little girl
Told his weeping mother
I am made of Light
Is it possible for the Light to die?

Before departing, prophesied 
Her mother will be blessed with 
Two other sons:
Only earthly angels 
Raising sick children
May share in the art of blessing


The prophesy materialized,
Both suffered the same ailment
Proclaiming:
Being the children of Light
Heralding
The art of blessing.


Details | Blank verse | |

Kill Da Wabbit

                    Kill Da Wabbit
              (a low IQ non fat Haiku) 

Carrot hangs on branch

Kill da wabbit kill da wabbit

C.I.L.L....... da wabbit


Details | Personification | |

In The Faith






      ------

Proclivity takes'
    Time to 
Catch up!
    ------

    And yes',
      ------
Have faith in the
        Lord...
When the Time come's
When thing's get rough
      And He will..
    Deliver you up...
      ------
Fore in His House
Their is His Mansions' 
With plenty room for
Expansion.....
      -----
And with the new coming
Of each and new Soul
Their is a shift in the very Soul's
For every-one knows' 
The song of restoration...
Fore Revalations' is only
A hand shake away....
      ------
And it is to He that we must pray....

                      GF


Details | Haiku | |

TICKLE


WORDS THAT TICKLE........
                               FLATTERY LAYING A SNEER..............
                                                                             INTOXICATED..........


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Abandoned Soul

You step into the future
With every moment that
goes by,
Your charred and twisted soul
Doesn't question why...
All earth is yours for taking,
No other your equal, can be
You see but your bank account,
And that's your destiny,
Slicing through all human values,
As a machete' through the reeds,
You litter this sweet world,
With your selfish deeds

A soul as dark as Hershey's 
Dark chocolate, I would think
The actions that you take,
Makes the human race
seem to stink,
Yes, dear Arnie,
You have no conscience at all,
You laugh at other people,
When they take a fall

You cheat your customers,
You cheat employees too
You are the epitome
Of the shame that man can do

You left your soul somewhere
Surely it is not on this earth,
And when you finally die,
The angels will give you wide girth

How sad to betray those who
struggled,
To make you such a rich man,
So you could laugh as you
cheat them,
You just don't give a damn

So A. H., enjoy your luxurious life
Someday you will face a judge,
When you pass from this life
And St. Peter will not budge,
Allowing you no entrance inside,
The devil will call for you
For payment time has come,
And it's so very overdue.


Details | Verse | |

Judgement Day

Judgement Day

The misconception about this day
Is that it’s just one day
Well today
You’re gonna hear the truth 
Now you can take it or leave it
But this is what I was sent here to do

Following the war of Armageddon
The earth will morn
It will begin the thousand year process
Of being restorn
For those who survive Armageddon
Hope will be your first born

Now let’s not confuse this moment in time
A day is a thousand years in God’s eyes
And if the wages of sin is death
Then that means
He won’t judge you on what you did before you died

So when the scrolls open, 
It doesn’t read your past 
It’s a new requirement that you must obey
So the earth you can reap at last

So no, you won’t be standing in a line
He will judge you on what you choose to do
During that time
It’s like a chance at redemption
A chance to be a part of a perfect condition
You’ll see your dead loved one and 
The past!
You won’t even mention

The earth will be restoring from the years
Of evil and pain
Cleaning out it’s core
Regenerating – becoming exactly like before
And even when witnessing and seeing all this proof
People will still deny divine force
Yes. And the 144,000 will rule as kings
Don’t believe me its in the verses at Revelation 14.


He has delegated this work in progess
Organized in a way you’ve never seen
And if you don’t heed the word
You will be destroyed
And you wont inherit the earth like the meek

So I say this
Get your mind right and you can
Experience bliss
Cause once the blaze is kindled
And he asks you to keep your head bowed low
You better conform
And if not you gon’ miss the boat

Now this day will come
It’s a time you cant prevent
But I can guarantee that no one 
Will suffer eternal torment
Except the Devil, the one He throws in the abyss

There is hope to fill the silence
And there is another chance
That’s why he died for our sins in advance
You’ve been warned now
So make sure you got a solid plan


Details | Epigram | |

Dealing Death to Many

The intent is to chill your bones to their marrow
There be twelve gates that exist entrance is narrow


Details | Terzanelle | |

Absence

December’s Time of mourning and joy in Europe
Crossing the red gates, bridges, towers and walls, 
It slips on the slippery velvet revolutions` slope.

Candles burned, rolled, stopped extinguished by wind 
The crying of lambs and cynical lights shot, shouted, and cried;
Wolves changed the hair with season, fortress and bind.                                                             

Then, it snowed a lot, and there was a white flood 
At the other side of the crying of Lot: orange, green or blue 
Covered the slaughter house and the hot blood;

Miners, archeologists of inner conscience sleep in the old library;
A bell tolls with sounds, tones and other colors a new history;
Festive lights, martyrs and candles lie around sanctuary…

Temptation of good everywhere in the world 
In hiding place, absence of good may grow:  
Collect infinite goods sharpen new swords.
    
In Plato`s cave, the fire still burns spreading strange shapes:
Angels and keepers of flame, finding harmony in agony
Freed handcuffs of tyranny, liberty`s monsters like grapes…
Absence of empathy, mercy and shame sums history`s irony.


Surat Al-`Asr ( 103)
The Declining Day…
Know 1Corinth13:4-13;1John4:8-16 ?


Details | Free verse | |

I cried into the night

I cried into the night
death that I might die
my life was a ransom of pain
the work in my life felt in vain

Yet slowly eye's raised to light
and found my heart liked to pray
death what is death
perhaps just the door

To a living much better than that
Gods life can bring smiles to your day
another life lost heart break and sad
perhaps they do find loving dad

fighting myself grim ripe and bad
my mind a caldron of pain
the war of my mind was so bad
an equal to each fight I had

battle the rage felt within
free yourself from your cage
learn to live and love life
learn to be true to your self

What is death to God
his time to embrace us with life
our lives to his heart
his time to share love 

To us it's the end of this life
to him it is the begining of care
perhaps we roam as angels
through a world of starlight bright

Know I not for I am not God
hate him not for he is not death
love the builder of worlds
love death as the doorway to life

Do not rush towards heavens gate's
we have such a short time to wait
take the time to find love's embrace
learn to love your birth

Grace our lives with smiles of peace
as friends lets embrace live's we live
In loving god know then this peace
you know not the gifts that he give's

The ones lost to us only just wait
Wait for our loving embrace
yes it is true there's anger in you
How could he take what he gave

Know I not for I am not God
I do not then know why we suffer so
I just know that life has it's end
again we will meet then as friends

If we live in this pain
embracing the drain
the task of living is dread
we have choice we then can move on

We can sing the living song
return to embracing our live's
enjoy the evening sky's
take the time to watch the birds

To taste a fine wine
enjoy a fine meal
to hug then a lover
enjoy a kids squeal

Eat a meal to quickly 
and the taste is lost in the rush
take the time then to walk
enjoy a sweet talk

perhaps you'll find the time care
to share just slightly more fun
employers push make you rush
sometimes it's better to walk 

To bring then your joy back to life
to bring back your humour and love
to bring back the smiles to this life
to take back the time for fun


Details | Light Poetry | |

Born into lies, Die fighting for Truth, Live Forever

See you lady's are really dudes, male energy oozes from the paths you choose. 
You see straight lines to your end, and you believe it ends there with ONE life to attend. 
Just understand that world is so lonely, but as a whole you and the other boys won't be the only
To cross over confused, by only yourself and YOUR CHOICE to be used.
See the "rulers" of this world had plans to keep us hiding, for a "better" perceived earth or calming home to reside in.
And they have succeeded as the blind don't wish to see, nor asking a ****ing question to an alternative degree.
Emotions run the world but ya'll think its money, government made bills too huh? now aint that *****funny. 
And they prescribe medicine for every condition, thats just regulated murder with your own permission.
And the "leaders" pay for "news" so you don't go knowing, the truth about nature or where we are growing
Its sad you say that we're babied by the kings, you're bombarded by conspiracies for every single thing.
Now if I give you a secret you promise you can keep it? Its a doozy so make sure you can read it.
The same people who control you and kill all our families, and lie to our faces from cities to shanty's, and make all the rules that you're forced to live by, and keep ALL the money we've worshipped to get by....
WE ARE THE ONES WHO GAVE THEM THE POWER, AND WE CAN TAKE IT BACK AT ANY GIVEN HOUR!


Details | Canzone | |

Undertaken Be Ye

Life be that of what thy navigation
Anticipation of what be in mind of all
Fame ye reasons for crossing the plain?
Treason be devout this what man brought
Deny you spiritual life exists is not truth
What will one yield plowing thru the field?


Details | Rhyme | |

Before it is too Late

Wars, famine and pestilences.
Death comes with a pension.

Poor people in this country.
Poverty all over, feeling empty.

Diseases spreading all over the globe.
Some mutated, some foretold.

Global warming sends a warning.
No one listens, it keeps on moaning.

Clean water becoming undrinkable.
Poisoning into the unthinkable.

Beauty that the world once held.
Destroyed by only a single shell.

Threats of war, they will come due.
A price to pay, because we are cruel.

Extinction presages as our future.
If we don’t all heed the bigger picture.  

Terrorism is the world's axis of evil.
World in court, everyone is blameful.

We must be meaningful and do our part.
It's never to late to have a change of heart.


Details | Rhyme | |

Ideological War of the Worlds

 The coming times can unfold,
far accross to all lands,
the casting shadow has fallen,
with it's far reaching hands,
accross our four cornered world,,
 Humanity progressed to progressive sufferage,
that comes with many names,
the ideology won without a shot,
convinced populations into guilted shame,
lost are voices of courage,,
 The warring world will arise,
between makers and takers,
parasitic ideology's green eyed mind,
re-writing regulations by progressive thinkers,
big brother's utopian great enterprise,,
 Dependent we all become, parasitically,
even forced fed into submission,
by governmental state so enlarged,
numbered you are by institution,
nothing owned, only redistributed cynically,,
 Paupers suffer under progressive fortitude,
soulless programs of living propaganda,
your worth, what you produce,
socialized into this living agenda,
living taxed products of servitude,
           , and then...
 The rise will come independent,
carrying courage and freedom proudly,
with wisdoms weapon in hand,
knowledge in the other soundly,
honor reclaimed by the sentient,,
 Independent declarations germinating from seed,
feared by any progressive regime,
warriors in freedom stand tall,
threatened is the progressive dream,
renewing freedoms that will breed,,
 The liberty that spawned revolution, 
alive from all moral conceptions,
viewed as evil that's progressive,
feared are soulless seeking redemption,
the light of liberty's salvation,,
 Beating freedoms of sentient heart,
the salvation of fighting worth,
a force greater than any darkness,
warriors of liberty step forth,
champions of honor that impart,,
     , next, the final chapter of...
 Ideological war of the worlds,
eye to eye never seen,
the hatred between clearly drawn,
problems with peace to intervene,
the conflict as it unfolds,,
 Coming as thieves of night,
armys on both sides  comes,
fortifying and building societial walls,
truth and lies propaganda welcomes,
armored suited masses to fight,,
 Emerges the lights of honor,
the independent class called defenders,
private elites of character gold,
the shadows behind all pretenders,
opperatives that's far more superior,,
 Defenders are warriors of light,
core beliefs that's solely independent,
religiously organized they never follow,
thorns in a crowned tyrant,
independent wills of great might,,
 They are why freedom thrives,
true leaders leading into tomorrow,
that govern by liberty's will
that invites everyone to follow,
founding fathers of our lives..  


Details | Rhyme | |

Need A New Spell-Check



      ------

So, I need another spell-check
What do you expect
The World is full of the word
My memory has gone 
To heck
      ------
I can say what I want
To say...
I do this every day
But when it come;s
To giving life meaning
Spell=check....
That is the way
      ------
Even though I need it
And I need it everyday
It is also important
That we mean what
We say,
      -----
Let He who hath' hope'
To wonder...Do it
Anyway
     -----
This is no time for dismay
Cause now you can get
A Spell=check...
To day...
      ------
Their is no other way...

              GF


Details | Ballade | |

Evil Enemy Tricks

A dream or vision one hot afternoon one day
A fell then thee evil enemy had came play
Being filled with much fear, so he wanted to steer
I had been driving in a car his house I found at night
Needing to stop for a rest his house be the only in sight
Social able and gracious he had invited me in
This is how the enemy plays his tricks
He was old and grey at least his face did display
“You look like an honest and loving chap stay here for a nap
There is nothing to fear no one can find you here”

No stars were above in the sky but yet I did not wonder why
The enemy had played one of his tricks
“Look at all these possessions that I have”
“They can all be yours if I find that you are worthy”
 “Allow me to show you how you can create them”
 “Here ye is the secret in how one controls the wheel”
Desires to steal the soul is why the enemy plays his tricks

Then he offered me a token if I promised to show him devotion
“See all this land I have cleared and designed by my hand?”
“It all one day shall be yours if decided to stay here this day”
Another way you see how the enemy plays his tricks
“ I have also ordered another surprise gift for you
“See that car over far yonder bringing it to you?”

The car had been two combination's but red in display
But I did not see this until after it drove away
Moving to far ahead so I have to go back
This is how the enemy plays his tricks
 He took me inside his home where we decided to wait
Introduced me to his family who were trying to escape
This is how the enemy plays his tricks at the gate

Then there was a knock at the door and I sent to answer
Believing it was the gift from he that I had longed for
I was happy and thrilled to perform this simple chore
Opening to see a female shadow being in close distance
Three knives had hit the door giving no resistance
Head had moved quickly thought then be Divine assistance
This is how the enemy plays his tricks


Details | Rubaiyat | |

Sinful Are These Ways

If one where to read all human dossiers 
This be the cause of all our sinful ways
If we do not stop all our transgressions
Soon then will be an end to our days


Details | Bio | |

the outside broadcast

the annual foible draped 
in red, slung daintily in flight,
beckoning ever closer eyes 
dyed vacuous mid sight… 
of the errant languid 
arm raised violently erstwhile, 
rampant streams of id led blood 
fell mildly upon the aisle… 
placental brothers held aloft 
a squalid whispered sign, 
manipulating prophesies through
tangent bars aligned, 
to envelope the letter saved, 
or placidly imbued, 
with little else than bold denial 
televised as truth…



Details | Lyric | |

FAITH KEEPS US APART

It seems the path Iam on  is changing everyday
the road uncertain just an endless shapeless gray
some would say it would all be clearer if I took up there religion
even with the doubt Iam not scared enough for that decision

I see the faith you placed in one of the many saviors
I lame excuse for the centuries of mad behavior
Iam sure your prophets where the very best of man
but your church and bibles where never in the plan

so every race has a version of there own
stories stolen from the gods of the past spoken out like it was always known
not one of these faiths is open and understanding
they keep others down and your soul churches are demanding

then you history holds no science no enlightenment
dogmatic foolishness written before free government
and every soul that is afraid to die or to ashamed to live
if you stop thinking then heaven is what they give

even now the human mind is found wanting
but reality is intelligence is hard work and life is daunting
if only the concept of good will and love
we understood without some sign from above

if you need the ancient fiction to ease your pain
I respect you and to all other men you should do the same
your saviors were righteous there’s know doubt
in there time they worship but no church was there twist whets its about

there have been many Christ’s since the beginning of man 
the Mayans and Muslim have had tales since they ruled by the roman
dry king ghandi and many more sacrifice there life so others could be free
in my mind that’s what Jesus is what he is supposed to be

even know there some man of great worth he has no money no powerful church
he’s  giving of himself and and loving the lost I dare you to search 
and see the truth were in this together and this is paradise
we are the only keepers of our fate we must realize

I can no longer people pay to pray and talk down to others who dont believe what you say
but Christ himself did not hang with the saved he knew the hopeless so he could see them ok
but times have changed were not ruled by religious empires mad with slavery
we fought for those rights not with one mans good with collective human bravery

a new age is upon us and the true test is coming not one of prophecy
the makers of worlds the stars the cycle of suns chaos of the galaxy
I hope soon we see are only time is now there is no second chance
are race needs to come together  and make a united stance
if faith keeps us apart do we even have the heart



Details | Pastoral | |

AID's


******Note****

Speaking out on AID'S//



We all die
        from AID'S
           Directly
     -Or-
Indirectly

             GF


Details | I do not know? | |

Bad Blood

Blue blood, red blood, royal blood, good blood...
Bad blood.

My investigations into blood,
The brifest of forays into science.
Disect the subject,
Swift, swift cuts.
You wont feel a thing.

Dripping onto the carpet,
My circumstantial scientific evidence.
Specimens and evidence,
Evidence and specimens.

Crisp dry blood,
Crack, crack with movement.
Heals over,
Just like new.

My body is a tapestry of scarred patterns.
Proof of my scientific engagements.
But for the lack of conclusions, 
I would be truely bona fide.

As much blood as I cut out,
Bad blood soon replaced it.
Its secrets perplex my inner scientist.
My inner child is scared.
My outer masochist is ready.
My scalpel is prepared.


Details | Free verse | |

King Of The Hill

<                                               Vietnam War
                                              Capture of Saigon


                                               What The Hell For


                                                   Guerrilla war

                                                 Conventional war


                                                 What The Hell For

                                                       
                                                       Laotians
                                                    Cambodians
                               
                                                     Vietnamese
                                                    U.S.  Soldiers 
                  

                                                     Casualties


                                                 What The Hell For


My Thoughts On 
The Vietnam War


May All R.I.P.




                                                         

                                                       


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Believing Wrong or Right

So now let us converse about this chase
The dreams in life we try to acquire
Have been instilled in you by whose desire
Most of you been taught it’s a race

Coming to the revelation that something is a miss
The heart and mind will either become distraught
No matter to whatever belief you have bought
As always the choice is up to you to dismiss


These words penned will lead to devastation 
Now once again I ask all to choose right my friend
Forgiving all the time or continuing to offend
With or without graduation 


Details | Narrative | |

SEA TO SHINNING SEA

SEA TO SHINNING SEA,
 
...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time is...so close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately,
 
deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas...
 
...this is so intimate of dreams,
dreaming reality,
 
as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore,
sparkles,
destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes,
upon the waters,
 
...gazing
 
...seeing tranquility upon the waves...
watching to the depth of a dream,
and a sun-rise
 
being so true...
 
for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn...
 
Sea to shinning Sea.
 
mb(2011)
 


Details | Bio | |

Saving Face






       ********

   Through the length
         Of the years'
In order to maintain
           Our Faith
We must beleaguer Our
        Bounds'
   Must maintain 
            Our Grace....


            Poet Author
            Gary Fields


Details | Ottava rima | |

Redefining Ones Plight

The query is to this particular quandary 
What is so simple for all is to make a great oath
To a predicament so small but yet extraordinary 
Standing or kneeling, your will has to troth
Otherwise your mall is to be called purgatory
This is the cost for all those who have sloth  
Pledging to whom finally sets the stage
Nothing left to do so time to engage


Details | Rhyme | |

Hands Awake

Hands awaken! Speak out! Answer to sacred shouts,
subterranean whispering, to stars above rooftops—
thread sunlit branches with the chattering of a thousand leaves.

If fluxes and urgencies of confusion or death
should drawn you into your self-box, I say,
remember when one constructed self-prison fell away.
However you helped this forward,
do more of the same.

Be rain-hands, weeping, steeped in earth fragrance.
Be fingers in blossom, faces turning upward,
loves innumerable, rough-cut bedazzled—
unafraid to be splayed open.

Be pocketed hands, released to the welcoming wind—
multiplying there in mid-air,
riding the four directions.

Be hands of smoke and fire, descending and ascending like ragged bird-song—
effulgent, double-charged with surprise
and now even with mock surprises.

Start at the beginning, where you are.
Don’t be satiate with loll-lolling
recede wave’s tide, retreat back and back
into yourselves, until grown utterly intellectual and lumpish!

Now, you Human Being—you come awake also!
Sweep the furnishings from table. Upend the table lawlessly.
Bring the muscular, fleshy, feminine against the masculine and muscular.
Bring the masculine to the feminine. Bring friend to enemy,
estranged neighbor to the confidant. In a dance of pressing hands,
let subtle conversation play.

Ring all the tiny bells.
Stir the King and Queen of Remembrance.

In over-arching restraint, holding back one iota, so pure notes sound—
bring sunburst, sphere and harmony.
Make your entire body a listening board
forming therein—tender shape around which love
seed unfolds infinite spaces and then…

Spring awake! All to better dreaming
where hope and faith are undashed, not this dying.

O, hear me now! Hands, every which one of you,
with every human—never again sleep,
never abandon!


Details | Name | |

Onward Christian Soldiers

Open are his arms
Never will The Almighty leave you
Will given to Him triumphs against the enemy
All who cry out in Jesus’ name none can harm
Righteous in heart all must crave from start
Death is the test be it not in vain


Details | I do not know? | |

MLK - 1929 - 1968

MLK...
(January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968)


they shot you down
all those years ago

but

your dream lives on
and always will

for though much has been
gained since you dreamed
your dream

there is much to fight for
and much more to struggle for

and much, much more
to fight for still

so
your dream resounds in
our hearts and we pledge 
this to you today
for though they shot you down
all those years ago on a memphis day
we shall overcome
this we do believe
deep in our hearts
that
we shall overcome
someday...


(for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)


Details | Dodoitsu | |

A missed poem

he carries his newborn child
passengers on the  backseat
a widower just cycles
no choice but his bike 

father and rickshaw rider
sad thoughts of his dead wife
lovingly holding his child
he rides with his fate

a girl feels her fathers love
happy passengers arrived
a widower and newborn
on their bike for life

@ Elly Wouterse

Form - a reality dodoitsu (if that form does not exist.......  maybe this is a reason...?? 
Note: About a,  great,  rickshaw rider 
Describing an image and a true story from India.(Mail on line Oktober 25th - an online newspaper ) about  - among other things - parental love, perseverance and hope... 


Details | Haiku | |

Life Is No Picnic

the fourth of july
is no kind of picnic for
our fallen soldiers




You Are Not Forgotten


Happy Fourth Of July To All


Details | Verse | |

Point of view

I,my eye,saw a good man doing some thing evil,
out of love...
i saw a "big bad man" give food to his family..
selling drugs...selling drugs
and when he got arrested all his daughter really wanted
was to give a hug...give a hug
"mr.goodguy" bought a gun and started acting like a thug...kinda like a thug
*sirens*
dang...bang,bang
a rookie cop noticed they were both the same "maine",man...
put his mug shot all in the news,and the networks...
got 25 views...
the judge said "who is this young man to you?"
his daughter screamed out "let me go,thats my daddy"
"rookie cop" mumbled,"bastered..almost had me"
they threw the book at him while he took "the time",sadly 

amen??


Details | Lanterne | |

Worshiping Vanities

             Death
         All whom
         Do not glow
    Their light within
              Dies


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

THE URGES OF WEEPING

by Andrew Crisci  
 

Bitter tears drip from my red pupils like incandescent, hot lava
erupting from a volcano to appease the urges of weeping; 
and do I mourn for myself, or for the poor, innocent, persecuted,
misunderstood and unloved? Will this cry of injustice change anything?
Will the oppressor be softened by them or remain vile?
It's very rare that pretentiousness turns into consciousness,
revealing all the faults that make one a persona ingrata;
why is human pride such a tempting desire to own everything,
to destroy what was built with stamina leaving no footprints? 
What will be said about an era which did not prosper and shine?
Who will write the testimony books, if not those inspired?
Take the written word away, and the darkness will definetely return!
Dante and Shakespeare did their part in divulging it: you do yours! 
Yesterday's world was a menacing shadow oblitering all knowledge;
the masses were ignorant, but some fervently sought education 
through the favor of Kings and Queens, not ignoring the urges of weeping
that came from poverty and unvoiced thoughts that couldn't be expressed;
yes, the above-mentioned Rainassance poets did succeed in their quest!
What disturbs me is the absence of fairness and equality in our times,
even  murderers can be acquitted for reason of insanity..they take a life
so sacred and useful in scopes beyond comphrension and imagination;
how wratful God must be over the decision of a lenient, or corrupt judge!
And what outrages me is the heartlessness of mothers that want obortion,
or leave the new-borns in trash bins, or on sidewalks...not even 
on a church's steps to be spotted by passerbys who will come to their rescue;
and sadly they will die without knowing the urges of weeping as we do. 
How cruel and lawless is Man ruling the earth without the concept of humaness!
And what does He care if they live in squallor and are denied happiness?
All He desires is riches, admiration and comfort over the urges of weeping! 


Entered in Michael J. Falotico's contest, 
" Sounds Of A Cry "


Details | Haiku | |

Ferocious Unexplainable Drive

Thirsting without quench
Faith be that of endurance
Satisfied at thrown


Details | Free verse | |

Shadows in Candlelight

Feeble and hunched over
his movement stumbles
as shuffling feet echo
in the shadows
of a candle-lit
forgotten church
as the old priest
performs his sacred rituals
to a few faithful followers


A commitment to the cloth
harbourer of hidden secrets
an unclaimed inheritance
no longer passed on
the last remaining elders
keepers of unwanted wisdom
take their secrets
to the grave


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THE TRUEST ODES OF WAR

Such heavy artillery,
To whom shall we run,
To God have we come,
In pain and sad form,
To state our hearts' deform,
To stake our rights and reforms,
You know that where two Elephants fight the grass suffers,Do be well informed,
My youngmen you have been, deeply misinformed,
My insane Leaders and their wanting to negotiate a arms surrender,
Mines! Please do deactivate those heating "Death crumbs",
See the most hit at war having mucored loafs in luxury and style,
Locale Warlords feasting on roasted swine,Marijuana's wisdom and four gallons 
of rum,
Only the rich and mighty are are afforded the luxury of flying their families abroad,
We see vivid pictures of crime and business working in consortium,
Drugs and Arms circulation,
Or shooting the innocents,Genocide!
The world powers sidewatching as if they lack 'Parties' to side,
or on which peace steps to decide,
Please my Brothers-in-arm let's put hate aside,
Or on what "PEACE" plans to carryout from the inside,
Histories that co-incide.
Come,
Come! Peace and at this market-square shame war,
Peace do come and defy war,
The gory memory of steaming blood on his matchete,
Or my deafened eardrums beaten soft by these insultive BOMBS.
 
War,
Torture,
Rum,
Drugs,
Arms,
Rape,
Youths,
Tapes,
In war man's dearest friends are Sickness,Starvation and Illiteracy,
Learning the precious ways of The Ants,Bugs,Monkeys and electric fish,
Ladies and how they learnt their lesson in prostitution,
Beer bottles or bullets sealing the evidences,
My ink,My quail, and this page,
Cant tell, If in your age this will be read off Golden scrolls on diamond podiums,
Writing not for this time but for generations yet unborn,
Read the annals of history and learn that all who started a war or abetted 
one,Worship and Kiss the devil in the anus,
Or they are Madmen-in-coats-and-Briefcases, Smoking piped marijuana in the 
Natinal Asylum,

Do you think I loved to kiss the red lips of rage,
Or suck the succulent bossom of 'Hate the Mother-adder',
War sets the bait,
Guerillas set the pace,
Government gorillas hold the day,
Youths and guns,
Maids and nails,
Only the dead can see the end of war,
Not only deep breath can still the tremors of bombs,
Or greed the might of crumbs,
May God's almighty blessings be bestowed on Relief,Aid,Donor and Charity 
Agencies that stand the risks of war and its deaths.
Wars are a confirmation of a Civilization in Rust.


Details | Free verse | |

crab in the kitchen sink

i am a Dungeness crab with my claws
now strapped with rubber bands, my food
and my hiding hole taken away, leaving
me seated in someone else’s  kitchen sink

sinking with my manuscripts, pens, papers
and pencils to my death like a doomed rapist
murderer ready to walk, nay, sit on the electric
chair, soon to be flushed out as staunch stink

but even here i have not lost my control
to give, to give self as food, age old whine
my writing in heart, that poem, my protest
against being a puck in the skating rink


Details | Burlesque | |

Where's my Zippo?

I have a personlized Zippe lighter- and it is quite unique
Has cyanide capsules attached
For those dummies that so seek
to die in pain, to grasp for air
And are in a hurry too...
They say when you take cyanide
you turn a very blue
I guess we should sell guns to children
Free with a candy bar...
That'll show the world
Just how stupid we still are...
And each kindergarten lunch box,
Come packaged with some gin
We don't seem to have much common sense
And that really is a sin...
As for me, I'll go on driving
drunk with blindfold pulled down
I want so much to fit in
to be another clown

Oh, yes, let's not forget
Alligators in our pools
Just another indication
Just how much we are fools!

for Shar


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No Lord not again

I cannot believe what I see before my eyes,
speechless as I read...

too familiar is this scene,
repeating once again, surreal as if I'm back in time...

I once was near when the unthinkable happened,
Columbine, flowering youths cut down in teen prime.

I watched in horror as two souls entered, repeated over and over 
the media; what a circus, as stories began to break...

I witnessed in my own back yard, as innocent lives vanished
'Why? What is the purpose, I did not know', I wept for each and every soul. And cried aloud "How can you be?"

trying to avoid the repetitive media, over and over again...
a christian channel offered me hope, and asked one simple thing.

Fall to my knees, and ask HIM into my life, to do with what he will,
surrender to his Grace and Mercy, 

My life changed that day, so many years ago Columbine Columbine....
we thought you were the last.

As many of my peers in education stood, in terror, disbelief and anger of having no control. "Why? What is the purpose?" our innocent's, so young, so sweet, so worshiped by their families, so unforgivable this one unthinkable act .

One woman weeping, I ask if she's alright...
She looked at me and said, Someone's Christmas present is underneath a tree; it won't be opened on Christmas eve.

Another walked up, and clobbered my arm..."What the hell is going on?"
It's alright, if its what they need to do. God saved me, and humbled me...oh Columbine why? I can not say, nor will I try, for only God knows the master plan.

But like with me that somber day, back in Columbine. I pray that someone far from God, was softened just enough...

to fall to their knees and ask "God Please"
enter my life tonight.... 

Let an awakening occur...one united universal voice ring out.
No more bloodshed, no more death. Our children our the innocents and our future in them rests...

To utter the words "I'm sorry" or "you're in my prayers' seems so hollow right now. By faith alone, I can only say...let the heavens open and radiant light shine down, on the simple all American place called Newtown..


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The art Of Spring

Bright blue skies on a spring day
Fulfills my horizon
Blue birds and robins pass me by

Mountain, trees, and animals
Priase God Abroad
The frsh air bring forth calmness
A quiet serene a waits my soul

Red orange and violets
Represents God's glory
Flowers slowly rise with the sun
And water crickets sings songs of glory

Fresh water arises with the scent 
Of of sweet savory of God's spices
Beach rolls in the lazy tide
I sit back and enjoy it all

The art of spring is glorification
Of all tings God created
He's the world famous artist

He


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 | |

A LITTLE GIRL'S VIEW

 I was going on a vacation with my family one day,
 We thought we would head down Louisiana way.

 It was great being with my wife and daughter, 
 Until I saw a black bird coming out of the water.

 It struggled to get to the beach we were on,
 When we looked again, it seemed to be gone.

 But it was there, floundering on the beach,
 Along with the fish, shrimp, and other birds just out of reach.

 All of them were strewn on the beach so far,
 Each was deathly sick, and blackened like tar.

 The sand which I knew should have been pristine,
 But the vision we saw was a totally different thing.

 The waves that approached were black with goo,
 Carrying more dead and dying creatures too.

 "Can't we help them, Daddy?", my little girl said,
 "Not now, dear, as most of them will be dead"!

 "But why are they dying?", she said to me,
 How could I explain about the oil from BP?

 "There was an accident from an oil company's rig", said I,
 My little girl looked at the animals and began to cry.

 I tried to explain that man uses so much oil,
 He has to drill in the earth, sometimes in underwater soil.

 "Well then we need to stop it if the animals die!"
 "I know", I said, "We just haven't tried".

 "I will try harder to not use oil", she said,
 "Especially if so many pretty creatures will end up dead!"

 I held her close and wiped her tears,
 Knowing full well that she was wise beyond her years.

 "I'll try too", I said to her,
 Not wanting to see this again occur.

 So I've made a pact with myself to be,
 Less OIL dependent so that others may see.

 If I have to walk a little more than so be it,
 It's better than having to watch the death of an Egret.

 Pehaps we could all take a stance,
 And with Big Oil, not take the chance.

 For anytime man's greedy hand gets into the mix,
 Then the environment is always in for a fix.

 But we can change, adapt, and try to help out,
 By being less dependent of Big Oil's clout.

 We had to come home early because of the spill,
 Like most people, we tasted that bitter pill.

 So now on a crusade with my daughter I will go,
 Trying hard to advise others and put them in the know.

 Especially of what I have seen thru my little girl's eyes,
 Those sickening deaths under clear blue skies.

 I will do my best to get others to stop in their oily run,
 Not only from BP, but Shell, Citgo, Marathon, and Exxon!


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Washed Away My experience with Katrina

Innocent victims cry in the dark
Forced to take refuge in that park
Such wrath began to fall
For I shall never forget the day I got that call
Silence and sorrow heavy in the air
It was like nothing I could ever compare
Days turned to weeks
Thousands take dwelling beseeching for any relief
Thousands left waiting in utter disbelief 

I was supposed to be deployed
Yet an injury kept me here
My fellow workers attacked at the dome
Traumatized and in complete fear some had to return home
I feel so guilty
So guilty I should have been there
Innocent victims crying
Innocent victims now dying

An event so devastating
The stench of death filled the air 
We could not fathom something so unfair 
I counseled innocent victims
Still sticking strong to their convictions 
I still recall every haunting voice
Confused, frustrated and displaced
Innocent victims left without a choice

Families torn apart on that day
The day the levees broke
Families losing all hope
My job was to help them cope
Innocent victims left to cry in a park
Fear increases when light turns to dark
Like declaring Martial Law
Lives washed away, all humanity started to fall

On the dawn of a new day
So joyous… even an atheist bowed her head to pray
The media coverage was what really brought aid
Oh no!
Politicians began to look bad so of course something had to be done
Late in action but at least more help had come
There is still work to be had
Many left permanently sad
Entering in hundreds of names to locate the missing or those declared dead
Debriefed each night just to clear my head
I still remember so clearly the desperation and panic
When Katrina came in August 
Life turned frantic
Overwhelming emotions; I felt completely manic 
I will never forget the victims I helped in such grief
I hope when the bodies were identified; I wish just some…
Some could give a sigh of relief

It is important we do not forget those still suffering
The child who didn’t get the last kiss
The parents who will be dearly missed
We all have the ability to help
1,836 people dead!
Work together and ease the sorrow… 
Another disaster could just happen tomorrow
Make time to reach out 
So many innocent victims still in need
We all are capable of doing a good deed


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lost, found, and liberated

i use to lie awake at night 
and ponder of this pointless life 
up for hours and not make a sound 
i once was lost but now i am found
my sea of confusion, like moses did part
the instant i let jesus inside of my heart...
but than i let out a gigantic huge fart 
and realized it was just indigestion 
than like a sensible person, i began to question 
and out of those questions, came rational thought 
and all of the things in school i was taught 
like critical thinking and following facts 
so i came to the conclusion: religions a quack 
now i live happily, in awe of earth's mysterious beauty 
and if you don't like it, you can kiss my patooty


Details | Lyric | |

Indian burial ground

The Indian rounds the corner of the room
Seeing the sadness through the eyes of a girl
There are a lot of things about this world that we don't know 
the truth behind humanity the heartbeat of ones last breathe
or the pain one suffers mentally 

I don't even know if people can see the truth
Or if they shut themselves out of the real and into the fake
We all know the fakness of what a human can put off
We all know the sickness one stores inside their skull
Can we all see what's going on? this day I see some that are still blind
 some that are so blind they can not imagine! 

The things one can do
The things one may hide

A life filled with questioning
A life full of hate and despair 
A life of several lies
A life with no reason of existing

A series of depression
A time of regret
A worry of fear 

A fear of ourselves 

An unwritten book with no pen to write with

Voice of reason


Details | Rhyme | |

A Force of the Divine

Have you seen little floaters that drift in the sky?
They can be quite deceiving; they exist on our eye,
They’re black in the centers, Surrounded in white,
A scratch on the lenses, protecting the eye,
I’ve seen others beyond these, that dance and move free,
Could it be what I’m observing is divine energy?
From the rays of the moon, they’re produced overnight,
Charged up by the sun and dispersed throughout light,
To the trees and all nature, throughout all living things,
Do we play the lead role because we’re human beings?
Colors of purple, Neon and white,
Translucent by day, rarely seen in the night,
Are they just an illusion or simply just and divine?
Do they have an influence on the subconscious mind?
Why can I see them and what are they for?
As a creative distraction or to show us a door?
To a realm of existence, less explored by mankind,
Leaving secrets between shadows for all species to find,
Which leads me to believe that this force in disguise,
Has an influence great on the mind and its’ eyes,
Facilitating our evolution as we live life to learn,
How to live in the light, it's a right we must earn,
This existence is puzzling; the ultimate unspoken test,
Of our will to live righteous, of our desires to live blessed,
To believe there's no evil is to believe there's no light,
Yet the belief there exists nothing in my mind is not right,
Although this life we design is so hard to conceive,
If you give it some thought you might come to believe,
That a power exists here, a force of the divine,
A power that does work through the mysterious mind,
Yet these messages relayed on a subliminal level,
Are most times distorted through the works of the devil,
Yet that's a part of life’s battle in my mind there's no doubt,
That a duty of ours as humans is to help figure this out,
So take a look within yourself and maybe contemplate this,
For thy kingdom is amazing are you living its' bliss?
 
Copyright ©2012 Zachary Jackson


Details | I do not know? | |

Random rhyming

My life cant be helped but still strike a pose
punch you in the face call for a second dose
i got so much ice hell just frooze
light a fire up under all your noses
im the satanic moses
i dont mean to bost
i dont mean to breag
but im no one to upstage
taste the bullets tang
flowing out your brain
i just blew your mind
you couldn't acomplish bye sneezing 20 times
more lyrical content than 10 of your rhymes
i love to drink hienikens
but what i need is some wights and vitamins
staggering in the door styfiling
piss on anyone who starts tryfalling
hyperventilating levitating
inceneration in creation
Perspective regeneration
do drugs spinal fluid draining
consequences for my consuisness
is like pistil wippin and infant
im rhaspodys presentment
this is my forge
were i can rhyme words like orange
can hold it to them
with my stick of plutonium
your full of bolognium
you are the phoney one
truth is im not trying
my mind is so vulpine
my thoughts are full of crime
i love sending you jerks on trips
im just so  Omphaloskepsis 
you jerk im the mad scientist
i handle my own buisness
screw all the risk
im not afaid to pop off with a lisp
i bet you jsut wish 
yhou were in my position
dammit im a calamity
so damage it even affecded me
wreckognize me i got the spotlight fee
tidiuos incension with a surgons persicion
wording it perfectly is my mission
murdering the masses singlehandedly
sick enough  get you fathoming
my phantom wieght ravaging
the pedestrians cranium content
hell is were i was sent
screw satan im a tyrant
never call it quits
to hell with the roof the house ill lift
i got 100 sleeves and more tricks
i have no hook i have syllables
silly cannibles and hannible
im no man im a machine
Astraly beamed to be
a enginering mcee
wizard of oz with my words
docs cut me up im a lost cuaze
were doing science pass the guaze
arjay is half machine analizing
my prognosis is im ever rising
diagnostic check weapons to wreck
i have no guns i got my tounge
slaying beasts and feeling numb
my heart is gone to puns
luaghing at people grappiling
my concept i went timetraviling
my life story were its unraveling


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Insanities Calamities

Vanity be the profanity that may doom all humanity
Kicked out the garden is trying to get you to see
That living a mortal life is not the true way for thee
The reality of this practicality is to live in sanctity  

Calamities that befall get you to stand tall
It’s really the cause of all of our dysfunction
Try to understand that this is just a junction
Thee insanity be to all failing to hear the call

A mortal life shall always have its strife
Many do believe that the soul does not exist
I tell them this is why the Holy Spirit insist
Putting one on the path to live an eternal life


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thematic continuation

Shallow lay the unerring
detail of ethical genocide;
aired unto the asphalt plateau;
graciously proselytising the poetic vespers 
of sycophantic blue… 
the fathers of arsenic and proverbial chastisement… 
cynicism and lust; 
passively harbouring distant neglect; 
privy to oaken wrote hosts…



Details | Rubaiyat | |

They Have Been Blotted Out

Reminding that this will be your end
In this message I am about to send
Having knowledge and not following the path
An eternity in the pit you will spend

Ignorance now may be thy flower
Praying not for the rain to shower
In death another chance fore they do not know
Fearless fools in the darkness they cower

Being aware of the all ye many sins
Still this leaves no game plan that wins
Because thy tree bares no fruit
No matter how they try and spin

Continuing to foster false pride
As though you stand by the Creator side
He says the punishment be much worse for you
All your deeds were done to misguide


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Detroit

Teens walk the streets full of fear,
A ton of murders every year,
Death,
Theft,
Hate and knives,
Drugs,
Money,
Murdered wives,
These are the things I see,
But they shall never create me,
It's crazy how most of our teen 
murders are gang related,
For some teens never had love,
After joining a gang,
They will fight for their lives,
To the point where guns are being 
heard,
More than a singing bird,
And murders are being committed 
more than child birth,
And some see Detroit as hell on 
Earth,
But no one pays attention to the 
intelligence our teens are worth,
For Detroit is a city full of broken 
dreams,
Hoping one day all gangs will work 
together,
And unite as a team,
Then we will create a great future,
For Detroit's wound will rejoin with 
a suture,
And one day we will make a 
successful cope,
Detroit is a city full of hope.


Details | I do not know? | |

Lets eras hate

Take my hand victims of hate don’t be afraid I’ll pull you up and away from this place Come with me into the night We will walk down lanes of soft moon light Come to me lonely souls Fight for your right to be heard Open your eyes sunshine Day light has casted a hazy glow Were not alone Others walk this hidden path as well Put down the knifes that carve your flesh Sew up the wounds that bleed and fester with loves string Take their hands Hold them tight Reassure the need to stay For we all fear the fall back into abandonment Cradle the young left on the streets Fill their hunger by staying with in arms reach Let us walk as one A line that reaches shore to shore For we are strong and loved When we remember are hand are linked as one Let your feet stomp down hate Your hart sing songs of strength Don’t let genocide harts think their forgotten Let them find sanctuary in are rebel arms For hatred has wounded and scared us all Take them up and sooth their fears Listen to their stories of war in time when it seems so unfair Do not weep alone my loves Let your tears falls on the shoulders of use that have healed some Rubbing your back to sooth cocking sobs We all must weep when things have become too much to bear For you are not alone nor week Even when others pass over you as if you’re unseen So to all my passer bys Bullies Racist And you that pray upon the “week” I can not hate that what you are But I will rebel agents that what you do For us who you hate and torment out number you One day you will feel the wrath of what hate can do And when you do………….. Even you may join are line For even you will cry Even you will feel alone Even you will one day want to die Perhaps you all ready do Perhaps now you see We all need love Love from and for each other We are all human Even you


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THE THIRD COMING

The first duo 
The candidate we can trust

Manifesto reads 
War against corruption 

The second duo
The best man for the jobs

Manifesto reads
The rule of law prevails 

The apex of the duo 
 The life shortened

The good interred 
With his bones 

Emerged from the interred 
 Bones of the second goods 

The third duo 
Manifesto wears 

Re branding Nigeria and Nigerians 
Witnessing is dislocation 

Witnessing is development 
Of predators

Maimings and murders 
Here and there 

The predators 
Is a celebrated gladiators

The manifesto 
Is like glint 

Let there be 
Food on the table,

Sleepiest sleepyhead,
Foundation of a state 

Engaged youths  
Re brand served and serving Nigerians 
 

 


Details | Classicism | |

Noone Will Ever Take Your Place

Everyday I listen to songs that remind me of you,
 I miss you so much I feel lost I dont even know what to do
 This is the hardest thing I ever had to go threw.
I would give anything just to have you back, 
But I know thats not gonna ever happen so I dont know how to act.
Now your miles & miles away,
 If I had one wish it would be for you to stay. 
I just hope your happy and okay.
Since I cant tell you I love you to your face
 I'm writing you this poem to let you know 
our memories noone can erase and in my life
 noone will ever take your place.


Details | Free verse | |

Daily Thought

Your idea of perfection is only reflection of your own spirit, 
hear it now if they've chosen not to clear it, 
up for you and whoever else is lost, 
and while your create your world think of what it costs, to be free. 
People die, lie and survive all for the sake of thee. 
And understand that I am aware of what I speak of, 
I'll be the first to admit what my etheric energy reeks of :P 
I'm not afraid because I'm not a liar, it's that simple to fumigate the fire, 
that you have let grow out of controlling, 
never tapping into your subconscious without a good night of rolling.. or getting "trippy" , See I'll die one day but I be closer to people with me, 
and until that day I'M ALIVE and certainly fits me :) 
But, .. people say I'm crazy when I say I love you all, 
and I pray that you stand up every time you fall. 
I have respect and don't expect any praise at all, 
my telephones my heart... I wonder when the world will call.


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Forces Be Magnetic

These opposites they do attract by magnetic force
The course is clear unseen by many is this feeling
Subtle be its changes undoing all remaking heaven
Each second a step is made by the unseen hand
Victory in loss the war still rages lasting only a short time
Coursing through thy vain emotions be the emitter of synaptic nerves
Traveling through vast distance solar energy is felt
Heating the soil and drying the land yet it floods others
Raging storms await the world has not yet seen what all this means 
Electrified minds elevated out of site the day will become night


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A time when you could eat the sun

The trees are made of feathers and sticks
The sun is made of golden cheese
The moon was made of whipped cream
A place where the water was made out of blue Kool- Aid
The grass was made of gummy green strings
There was no houses and no place to hide
A place where a boy ate the sun
A place where the Moon swalloed up the world
A tragedy that melted and turned to liquid
No one could swim in the sea
No one could tan underneath the branches
A world where time stood still and the hours were long
A place where humans never existed

"Please Try to Go Beyond Earth Hour"
Treat earth like something you imagined when you were a kid a place where these things happened and you could be safe. Pick up your trash and clean up your yard! after all this is your world too :)!


Details | Rhyme | |

ANOTHER DRINK


ANOTHER DRINK FOR ME.
I NEED TO CLEAR MY MIND.
SO, THIS IS WHY I DRINK
ALL THE TIME.
I FUNCTION JUST FINE.
GO TO WORK AND I'M ON
TIME.
ANOTHER DRINK HOLDS ME
TOGETHER WITHOUT IT .I
GET THE SHAKES;I TAKE
ANOTHER DRINK I'LL BE
JUST FINE.
THE DOCTOR TELL ME I 
NEED TO STOP....IS
THIS AN OPTION OR DO
I TAKE THIS ADVICE 
WITH CAUTION?
MY BODY IS BREAKING
DOWN. NOW, I KNOW WHAT
TO DO ....
ANOTHER DRINK I WON'T TAKE...  
 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

When they love their children as much as they hate us the war will be over

When they love their children as much as they hate us the war will be over

Its doesn't matter which side your on
Whether your a viva viva palestina
Or an am yisrael chai
You know which side is evil, committed all
Wrongs, sometimes you meet people who 
Extol the virtues of this treacherous, 
Terrible oppressor /terrorist
With their shock and awe tactics and 
Disregard for freedom or the right to life And the pursuit of happiness
And sometimes for a minute, particularly 
When you talk to someone you think is 
Intelligent it becomes harder to maintain the 
View on this malignant party you tried hard 
To campaign for and against and although 
Peace (of mind) is all you want
All you could dream of
With this entity at the negotiating table 
Independence is swapped for catastrophe And war
If you give them what they want you will
Have nothing except the need to a right of 
Return to a better time


Details | Lyric | |

never forget 9-11

On that day we were all the same, we didn't know there faces, we didn't know 
there names.
There voices we heard crying all around the world, someones loving father, 
someones little girl.
On that day we were called to lead a better life, for that someones father, for that 
someones wife.
The list of souls read from above before it came below why it was and why it is the 
answer no one knows.
Through the pain we have learned lessons great and small, life, love, and happiness 
are precious cherish them all.
With grace we all go on, but never will we forget that all of these beautiful things 
can fade so very quick.
On that day we wondered, on that day we cryed, on that day we asked ourselves 
what kind of man am I?
Mothers held there children for so long and oh so tight, why did these people have 
to go this was not there fight.
We hope and pray for all those names, and the ones they left behind they gave 
their life for a question the answer we must find.

William J. Harty


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? | |

Fire engine Scarlet red 12-31-11

fire engine scarlet red 
is the color of the fire fighting Amaranth dead 
who hide there sinful Liability
as they wave at me 
from beyond my walking concrete grave 
to let me know, that my time is 
finely being bleed to the color of 
broken swollen face Cordovan red 

with a nod, the oldest 
of the human fire fighting apparatuses 
give me a sinful smile, while he drives The jungle Junction   
to let me know all the wale (a plank around the outside of a ship)
heaven can watch me as they push me to jump 
and that not, a soul will catch me, when i fall  

I am theirs to control
mine, mind is not my own
and not a person can i ask for help 
for they are organized 
all the way up, to the political  
rusted system, of no investigation
of your just Rosewood dead...
and your malted color lips wear 
the evoked yellow color
and smell excreted Urine  
reddish brown puppet...


Details | Narrative | |

A Shot In The Dark { Narrative}

helplessly he stumbled 
through the door
holding his bloody chest 
Mother gazed into 
her fourteen year old eyes 
and just knew that he was up 
to his old antics of gang banging 
Yelling and cursing did nothing 
to wake this kid up 
Mother's tears flooded 
like an open gate 
she wondered 
where she went wrong 
raising him 
for he had the best 
of everything 
a home a job an education 
anything he wanted 
or needed 
was right at his fingertips 
maybe having only one parent 
in the household 
or just not enough discipline 
now she stands helplessly 
over her young sons 
lifeless body 
lying on the kitchen floor
in a pool of blood 
all that she could do now
was to pick up the phone 
and call the police 
and the morgue 



Tribute To Children


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

Batter Up {Ekphrasis}

A
Soldiers
Silhouett
In black granite
Has
Found
A place
To call home
In Battery
Park




The Korean War Veterans Memorial
Located In Battery Park   N.Y


Details | Free verse | |

Divided in two

Two parallel Worlds divide my body and mind in two.

One World holds my heart, while the other holds my limp body.

One World shows the life i'v held in my heart, where there is good and there is bad, but everything in that World always ends in good.

The other World shows the life i'v feared for years, where there is nothing but bad, but everything ends in death.

I'v lived in both Worlds.
I'v hurt in both Worlds.

Both seem neither good nor bad at times.

But the funny thing is... 
OUR world today is what those two Worlds have become.

( If you may PLEASE comment of Mail me. Sorry i havn't been on in a long time... ALOT has happened this year to me)



Details | I do not know? | |

The day before tommorow

The day before tomorrow
The day of today

Every given moment
Oh the prices people pay

Any time
Any place
Any background 
Any race

The fight for freedom is dormant
We must quicken the pace
Dictatorship is upon
Communism we unknowingly face

Yet there is still hope
Just a thread, a trace

Regardless of color
Regardless of size
We must all unite
And stand up to fight
For somewhere an innocent woman cries
About all of this violence

Yet in the midst of the violence does it truly matter
About what shade of skin meets the eye
For we are all red
Deep inside


Details | Didactic | |

Here Comes The Right Writers

The light is
shinning
Only the blind not
see
The Fear of the
Almighty
Quills stain the
truth

Friends

Pray for each and
everyone
Until we get the job
done
Their thoughts sink
in mind
They be all of one
kind

Foe

Now they now see
Continue to insight
fear
Your form of mind
control
The will shall not
bow

Who Know

Accuser is not
blameless
The both acts bring
shame
Only one can forgive
This is how I live

Truth

Kind not be denied
Be it thirst not
quenched
My life does not end
A message will send



****Michael J.
Falotico Contest
Entry - Dedicated to
all the poets on
soup that inspire
me. ****


Details | I do not know? | |

Blacks

It’s like we’re doing them people a favor
Showing them, that we own up to what they say;
Stereo types isn’t the way,
But we as blacks are proving them right..
They believe that we’ll kill eachother before the 
Last night,
& all our women
 gone fall a victim to the streets,
Weak minded;
Not even having our children anything to eat..
The only good thing we got going for ourself
Is education,
& that aint gone support the whole nation..

Come on nie,
We gotta take stand!
Teach our children how to believe in
Themselves,
Show our mothers that they
Can make it without a man!
Prove to our fathers,
That they’ll regret they 
Neglected us!
Tell our brothers the
“Freak” that noise,
& Stop that fuss!
Its like we all against 
Eachother, 
But it shouldn’t be this way,
We gotta get it together some day;
Them people know what they doing…
Pretending to solve these crimes,
But knowing their using the same line,
Only place they wanna see us is the cemetery,
Hmm..
Or maybe jail?
But if we don’t make there,
Best to believe:
They hoping we on the
High way to hell,
But we gotta prove em’ 
Wrong,
Its been too long,
Take a stand,
Cause black women don’t need any man,
Children needa believe in themselves,
Fathers should regret the neglect,
& our brothers need to stop the fuss,
I’m trying not to cuss,
But all this frustration just built up
Inside,
Its  kinda hard to hide!
Think about it:
Rosa
Parks,
Martin
Luther King,
Malcom X..
& More, fault
For our freedom;
Now we got it, 
& we abusing it,
Kinda like our fathers try our mothers,
But that’s a whole other subject,
We gotta get it together
& that’s a bet(:

Inspired by 2Pac Words of Wisdom(:


Details | Ballade | |

A Song of My Brothers

A Song of My Brothers

Oh, elation true, I beat my savage breast anew
For the things I cannot understand,
For the brilliance in the cue I sing;
Fuse your efforts for they do bring this time unyielding;
The answers there, a feeling, yet swirling all around the
Time, the day, the mourning bright my brothers beam
Renewed, from simple gifts to urban blight, they sing
Transfixed anew…
This is all a coming hour, I am but a stranger due who
Stands the vigil true,
Surrounded and confused by all this order…
If daylight be a gift…
If nighttime’s  mostly blue…
If circumstance a cosmic dance afire,
If all joy is separation’s hues…
What diligence have you
To withstand such judgment?
Who staves the willing happenstance?
The aching soul’s last journey?
The magistrate’s remark?
All truth is groping in the dark,
The random access demon who marks the
Time this way in avarice and cunning.
Brothers! Stand and sway,
In rhythm true to nothing…
No music.
No wiles on this day.
Just a deep residual reverberation of wonder on display.


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 | Prose Poetry | |

Apart From Me







Somber silly little Setter, English; painting trapped himself in the side yard whimpering, howling away wildly. 


Sunscreen-on, moseying on over, in His tenderness He offers a helping hand. Hot Summers cool vapors the blessings found  here, there to and fro leaning midst the still lulling; gentle calling of the Rains. 


Yes the Grace of God, in His joy humming, arriving just in time, and so is Patience the greater venture I suppose the eminent virtue. 


His Love always; Honest, Open... Willing already beholden... . Far beyond the wreck I make for myself and others... chains stretched bounded securing me yes, my freedom in kind stripped away from me given in the effort this provisional very prominence preceding me when in denial of these facts.     







Details | I do not know? | |

The killer beast in me

The killer beast in me

There’s a potent killer beast that lives in me,
That slowly rips my flesh apart that you can’t see.
It came to existence through reckless pleasures, 
Now this life is lived to certain measures.

This killer within has made me weak
And for many years afraid to speak
It eats my flesh and leaves me bones
One day my chest will be packed with stones

Show mercy upon us beast don’t let us mourn
Forgive our children and the newly born
That you have made orphans in the care of poverty
And now they lay hungry in the arms of sympathy

And through you I feel like I’m a shame
You’ve made me anger that passes blame
You’ve turned us human like you a beast
Were we rape and murder like it’s a feast?

But today we’ve learnt to know you better 
And with positive thought we’ll cure the matter
Cause together as one we will stand
To fight against your upper hand

We’ve given you the honour for far to long
And no more shall we dance to the boring HIV/Aids song
Cause all you are is just a horrible beast
But triumph will come and we will feast.


Details | Rhyme | |

Child of Woe

Oh child of woe indeed - darker than the night,

What will it take for you to finally see the light?

The sacrifice was made - nailed to a rugged tree,

Thorns that pierced His brow, as He bled for you and me.


When tears have dimmed the eyes and your heart is rent in two,

You’ve wandered from the path and doubt what you should do,

The Redeemer’s name is JESUS, SON OF GOD above,

He feels your every sorrow and covers them in love!


Gray days will come to be when Satan steals your dreams,

And people you have trusted were not as they did seem,

Remember, there is JESUS, the one and faithful friend,

He will stand beside you always - until the very end!


So believe within your heart and ask the Savior in,

Trusting he will forgive you of each and every sin!

The child of woe will die, a child of grace will find life,

For there is no other way- but the SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST!


Details | Lyric | |

Save Me From Desperation

My golden one you're burning out of sight
I try to follow your light
This darkness pulls and pushes me away
But our love will never wane
Despite all of the pain

You rapture me from my own mind
When the razor calls me back
Tell me these are all just lies
Only illusions from my mind 

Deterring the pain away
I'm with you
There's nothing more to say

Paradise is mine 
You Save me from desperation
And I will fulfill all of your adorations
You save me from desperation
Nobody is in vain
Though my life lived a lie
You save me from desperation

Our starcrossed world 
Destroyed by the ones who run from reality
Condemn us you may
But love will always find it's way
You're worth it to be called mine
Evenour bond is crime

Begin the decay
There's no more to say
Eden's Heart separated us from the start
You're all I need to be free
Nobody is in vain
So you found my meaning

(chorus)
Deterring the pain away
I'm with you
There's nothing more to say

Paradise is mine 
You Save me from desperation
And I will fulfill all of your adorations
You save me from desperation
Nobody is in vain
Though my life lived a lie
You save me from desperation

Advocate Angel from above
I put my heart in your hands
I've fallen too deep
A way to fulfill our love is what I seek

I'm suffering, dying, trying
To live but there's no life
Without you 

Deterring the pain away
I'm with you
There's nothing more to say

Paradise is mine 
You Save me from desperation
And I will fulfill all of your adorations
You save me from desperation
Nobody is in vain
Though my life lived a lie
You save me from desperation


Details | Free verse | |

BAZOOKA JOE IS GUM

WESSON GIVES A LESSON WITH A .357 DAVID SLINGS A ROCK COP HOLSTERS A GLOCK LIZZY BORDEN PACKS AN AXE MAC HE PACKS THE KNIFE BILLY BATTLES WITH A CLUB TOMMY’S GUN IS A SUB KELLY’S GOT ONE TOO BAZOOKA JOE IS GUM PETER GUNN IS NOT COLT .45 IS NOT MALT NOR IS IT A HORSE HORSESHOES AND HAND GRENADES CANONS HAVE BIG BALLS DOC HOLIDAY HAD TB ROCK HUDSON HAD HIV NATILIE WOOD DON’T FLOAT NATILIE HOLLAWAY DON'T FLOAT THE TITANIC BOAT DON'T FLOAT JAMES DEAN CRASHED HIS CAR HANK WILLIAMS CRASHED HIS BAR DIRTY HARRY HAD THE BIGGEST THE DERRINGER IS SMALLEST CAIN MURDERED HIS BROTHER JULIETTE DRANK POISON FOR HER LOVER JIM JONES KILLED WITH COOL-AID SLASHING WRISTS WITH A BLADE BOW AND ARROW KILLS THE SAME AS BONNIE OR CLYDE BARROW CHARLES MANSON IS ALIVE MICHAEL JACKSON IS NOT IRAQI RULER WITH A ROPE JOHN BELUSHI TOO MUCH DOPE SATURDAY NIGHT SPECIAL IS ORDINARY FAST AND FURIOUS IS THE CRIME PIRATE VICTIMS WALK THE PLANK THINK! NEXT TIME I”LL BRING A TANK HEAR THE WHISTLE OF MY MISSILE? AFTER THAT WHAT DO YOU BET? I’LL COME FLYING IN A FIGHTER JET SMOKEY BEAR’S RIGHT TO “BEAR” ARMS OR DID WE JUST ARM BEARS? NEVER STIFLE MY RIFLE THIS IS MY RIFLE THIS IS MY GUN ONE FOR FIGHTING ONE FOR FUN CADENCE… BANG - BANG - BANG - BANG - BANG - BANG RELOAD MOLON LABE COME AND TAKE THEM THE ONLY WAY FREEDOM OF SPEECH WORKS IS BECAUSE THE 1st AMENDMENT IS BACKED BY THE 2nd AMENDMENT


Details | Free verse | |

Poverty grows

Poverty.
Hardship and suffering
all behind society's eyes
raised by the ghetto
slums cracked lights out
scavenges for life
its gone. 
The same face in all places
no father figures
can't support, gone
moms fiend for crack
the silent killer
hard to take, reality hurts
the youngest
nothing lives within him
unloved, felt like a colorless weed
wants to develop
a beautiful rose
society wont let
its a cruel world
only the streets
resist the temptations.
Death laid outside his doorstep
waiting to grab the innocent beneath 
Gang life sleeps in his thoughts
trying to fight the opposition
a deadly current war.
Getting older
need to make ends meat  
but how, never given a chance
selling drugs only option 
need to feed his children
and in his mind
nobody cares
people just stare.
Treated as the fungus of earth
and all this money
soldiers dying, the devils agreement
army of weeds, never stop regrowing
power making more poverty
not spent on the poor
only used for wars
its sad.
A war on drugs
to fight them off
but they made them
dirty tricks, crooked 
and deceived
and still we don't change this
mankind has the say
not the rich.
Children screaming, not heard
tears not felt
like a raindrop with no splat
it always keeps raining
in his eyes.
People so caught up in the power
like a wolf fighting for its food
wraps around the minds 
changing ambition to greed
Just share 
then i think things would be fair
for all the bad acts
its countless.
Going through his mind 
all the times he cried
number of life's he lost
early deceased
in the penitentiary
trapped left to die
a fly under a glass.
Certain peoples cause
an act with no redemption 
soon to burn in hell
tried to deceive us
saying they were against us
causing pains and misery.
A secret war
an epidemic
propaganda in its finest form 
defying the innocent
minds controlled 
eyes turned, no notice
no justice.
It goes on and keeps on growing.


Details | Sonnet | |

HOURGLASS

.......HOURGLASS
When all the sand's run out for yesterday
and here you stand reflecting on it all,
no matter what you do, or what you say
you'll never change the way time has to fall;

the sand's been piled onto the waiting floor,
announcing time's run out, as you can see,
all hopes and dreams now fade, to be no more,
as if the way it's piled is meant to be;

all Heaven knows you've done the best you could
to shape tomorrow as you'd want today,
but somehow things don't go just as they should
and sands of time don't always fall your way.

The best we'll ever do is turn the stand
and hope again our time goes as we've planned.
.................© ron wilson


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Babies of Beslan

Babies of Beslan............



The darkest day in history, 
Brought tears to my eyes. 
Many Russians murdered, 
In a mass of horrid cries. 

Hundreds of innocent people, 
Seen fleeing through the streets. 
Bodies thrown onto the verge, 
In a sea of blood-stained sheets. 

So many kept within a school, 
Being held against their will. 
Suicide bombers with booby traps, 
That care not who they kill. 

An act by Chechen rebels, 
Seeking freedom for their kin. 
With scenes of utter carnage, 
From those terrorists within. 

Semi-naked children, 
Seen running through the street. 
The Chechen rebels in the school, 
Shooting at their feet. 

Bombs and bullets filled the air, 
As the smoke engulfed the skies. 
People running from the school, 
With terror stricken eyes. 

Such barbaric bloody actions, 
Brought death and undue pain. 
The heart of the Beslan community, 
Won't see their like again. 

May the Lord our God watch over you, 
May he guide you by his light. 
May he hold you in his arms again, 
And keep you safe tonight........... 


In memory of the children and teachers of the Beslan school massacre.


Details | Pantoum | |

Untreatable And Fatal Illness

At the age of thirteen, life is carefree
Time to become all that one can be
Life stopped for you; cut off at the knees
Being told very harshly about Huntington's Disease

At the age of thirteen, life is carefree
Ball games, skating, spelling bees
Being told very harshly about Huntington's Disease
The look of grief on your face and the weeping

Ball games, skating, spelling bees
Life stopped for you; cut off at the knees
The look of grief on your face and weeping;
At the age of thirteen, life is carefree


Details | I do not know? | |

The killer beast in me

The killer beast in me

There’s a potent killer beast that lives in me,
That slowly rips my flesh apart that you can’t see.
It came to existence through reckless pleasures, 
Now this life is lived to certain measures.

This killer within has made me weak
And for many years afraid to speak
It eats my flesh and leaves me bones
One day my chest will be packed with stones

Show mercy upon us beast don’t let us mourn
Forgive our children and the newly born
That you have made orphans in the care of poverty
And now they lay hungry in the arms of sympathy

And through you I feel like I’m a shame
You’ve made me anger that passes blame
You’ve turned us human like you a beast
Were we rape and murder like it’s a feast?

But today we’ve learnt to know you better 
And with positive thought we’ll cure the matter
Cause together as one we will stand
To fight against your upper hand

We’ve given you the honour for far to long
And no more shall we dance to the boring HIV/Aids song
Cause all you are is just a horrible beast
But triumph will come and we will feast.


Details | Free verse | |

Divine Destiny

all see white
I see black,

black clouds raining
acid rain
to the ongoing
parade

an invisible pinata
being swung at by all

the mold has cemented

cracks have been filled

"no way out"
says the frightening
clown

his voice echoing between
towers 
shunning all smiles


Details | Blank verse | |

REMEMBERING....RON

Each of us has a unique set of memories when we think of someone.  Each of us has our 
own "piece" of him that we take through life.  These few are just some of the memories I 
keep as treasures of my brother, Ron.  It was his death from ALS that prompted me to write.

I remember him as the son of a father, who worked hard to raise his children with the values 
of love, respect, conscience, and devotion.

I remember him as the father, who worked hard to provide his own children an education in 
the values of life.


I remember him as a boy, who loved to play with trains, erector sets, and bicycles.

I remember him as a man, who loved to work with his hands in repairing motors or could fix 
the leakiest of faucets.


I remember him as an adolescent, who never had a problem in finding friends.

I remember him as a man, who like a lone wolf, many times trod his course alone.


I remember his love of driving around on Lower Wacker Drive, singing Irish folk songs.

I remember him as a man, who was sometimes frustrated by his inability to repair his 
favorite car.


I remember him as a friend, who helped me to learn how to play games as a child.

I remember him as a brother, who continued to play the game of life with wit and humor 
even in dark times.


I remember him as a man, who was never too busy to help someone else, whether they be 
family, friend, or neighbor.

I remember him as a man, who asked no help for himself in his most desperate challenge.


I remember him as a man of dry humor, misplaced witicisms, and constant exchanges of 
laughter.

I remember him as a brother, who's only claim to fame was caught on film at a First 
Communion party, and who's face always turned red when someone reminded him of it.


I remember him as a man, who courageously faced a battle he knew he could not win.

I remember him as a man, who loved God, and may only have found out how deeply when 
he neared the end of his journey to be with Him.


I remember him with love, respect, and gratitude...for letting me remember.

Dan Cwiak


Details | Elegy | |

Dear La-Zette

I looked up to you and turned out just like you
You let everyone take advantage of you, me too

You didn't ask for anything in return 
It went on for years and you still never learned

How could you be so strong?
Trying to fit in where you didn't belong

I loved the way you looked me in the eyes
Telling me you loved me as you began to cry

How could you be proud of me?
I didn't even graduate, I got my GED

Now that I need you, you won't answer the phone
You won't even open the door to come home

My life has been so painful in the last year
I need you more now than ever mother dear

No hugs, no kisses, no late night talks
No more going in town, no more walks

How can you leave your own child behind?
Leaving me in this world to seek and find

You promised you'd always be there
You said this while brushing my hair

In the last year, I got married and it fell apart
He committed adultery, got caught, and broke my heart

I need some advice on what to do
I need you to help pull me through

Again you said you'd never leave, never say goodbye
You broke your promise, but at least I know why

I miss you MOMMY, I miss your touch
God tell her I love her, tell her how much




Details | Blank verse | |

Horizon

The end of a life
Is a far horizon.
The beginning of a life
Is where we begin.
The path of life
Is a ray of light.
The path of death
Is the reached horizon.
The horizon of rebirth
Is where all begins again.


Details | Free verse | |

Last option

Have you ever been forced to do something
Anything
Against your will? You throw a fit
And yet they don't care. About your 
Feelings
Opinions
Needs
I know how you feel. 
I need some advice now
About all my options
Because no matter what
I'm not giving in
NO MATTER WHAT
Already asked most people I trust
Got some "help"
But I wouldn't call it that
Because it didn't
The only other options
Run away? Suicide?
What else??? This is a life decision.
It will determine how I turn out
I 
Need
Help. 
I'm running out of options
Should I turn to my last resorts?


Details | Alliteration | |

See All That You Have Done

Desires, Drive, Deeds
He, Him, Heed
Child's, Chosen, Choice

Regret, Repent, Rejoice
Attune, Always, Around 
Savior, Sailing, Sea
 
Left, Land, Lost
Pitifully, Punks, Playing
Dying, Dead, Death 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

My Pa







Had a dream about my Pa tonight, We all went out with them to Lake Loral Nancy His wife cooking up a good ol' Chicken Pot Stew slow-cooked set way up high atop the hickory us loading up the Bayliner for our afternoon fishing trip. We reminisced, Canoe in toe as we used to do just in case, yes just as we did back then; you-know if either would wished to float to one or more sides with the Canoe tied to the railings of the boat, or more or less to widen the chance at a greater spot to cast a gander upon our luck... . My Father by adoption; having-stated many times early on in-all of our teenier all together, God being-in-charge of all good-Blessings and if-you will--luck... we'll always catch some albeit one Yes I began to see through this statement he mentioned often God is always presenting always providing this-His Honest Hope, for us both--as I believe like my Pa, for any one yes everyone who is patient remains-open... ! Our woes, and Peace abiding... uncertainty grievances questions yes laughter were our main recollections as we dropped our first lines as we cast them... . I tell you I truly did love Him, still love Him, will always I figure... yes I know Some folk are so defined never wish to grow any further their Character divorced by Cancer, Nary did my Father allow it. On the day he passed He told Nancy, "I love my life. My Family Children. Love all those close to me.... but I'm tiered just plain wore out." the Lord took Him that night, the next day forthcoming I was told and O how I cried — But then realized as I saw he lived the greater life - He worked on this purpose until the day he died, and so for all he work for this final reprieve — it was for all of the ones he loved, because I feel for all whom he loved, he'd prayed for all to do the same... Yes a suffering in kind the same I'm seeing now - All-of-it I'm-finding; because he taught me the greater of his Faith nary a day apart from Him, and me... his youngest Son two Others older Sons if you will, yes I feel his family and friends still have this eminent belief to boast; Yes, in-the Company--Comfort... of Jesus' Peace... !


Details | Rhyme | |

Unholy Land

There's no other love greater,
Than becoming a mother,
And if your life gets burned,
You'll scream at those concerned,
Especially when it was stolen again,
From people who had no write,
An x-husband can be a,
Very sick man,
When he gets a jealous girlfriend,
To help him undermine the x-wife,
To put together a plan,
A murderous sick plan,
To kill the children of the x-wife,
Not only are they nuts,
They have no type of guts,
For they hired people to do,
Their dirty deeds done cheap,
Everything that they did go through with,
Was heading them to jail,
Til a powerful group of people,
Ignored the laws of the land,
And proceeded with their plan,
These people did not know,
They were creating a very sick show,
Of judgement they had no write too,
Done out of a court of law,
Desputed by other people,
That backed up the x-husband,
They've shown really poor judgement,
And put themselves in the boiling pot with them,
For God in heaven never sleeps,
And yes his heart does weep,
For what has been done,
To a small little family,
Of innocenance that never did anything,
Has been trampled upon,
Like it doesn't matter,
For what they all have done,
The murderers run the streets,
And are holding onto the son,
The x-wife got her life shattered,
And to them the only matter,
Is a flimsy excuse,
About being controled out of love,
To be people involved in law,
And never do what's right,
By the child whose life they did take,
Sickens the x-wife and only makes her madder,
Rage is boiling inside,
That she can not hide,
Aganist all of the people,
In this unholy land.


Details | ABC | |

life lost,life saved

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 
screamer

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 
flashing
He was scared to go to jail for what 
just happened
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 
the rush
After he just left the poe poe in the 
dust
Said don’t worry just go back to 
sleep
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


Details | Couplet | |

Gendercide

Gender inequity thought harmless, normal,
causes gendercide in dark alleys less formal.

In        India,      China,            and Pakistan
Girl children when born are killed out of hand.

Still wet from the womb and with no regret,
they are poisoned or starved, seen as a debt.

The cost of their life’s enormous     dowries;
for in parts of our world       they’re property.

Sold if they’re lucky to live as      chattel
closed in houses less valued than cattle.

Equality    denied            by fathers, sons
new prostitutes formed by girls on the run.

        What of the gender equity crisis I say
the twenty-first century, still this way?


Details | Acrostic | |

Is This Greed

All encompassing is this desire
Virtually everything wanting to posses
At the cost of others one has to confess
Refusing to see that it is a sin 
Incited in mind is material gain 
Conceited not to be defeated wealth to attain 
Evil to the core this dark side adored 


Details | Free verse | |

Emmett Till

Body left dissipated, obliterated,
oh Emmett Till,
Investigators could not tell if it was a human or mutilated road kill,
his eye was gouged from his head,
barbed wire tied around his neck,
all because a caucasian woman,
claimed she didn't get proper respect

oh Emmett Till,
Money Mississippi was the place,
you were not guilty of the case,
but you were guilty of your race,
to much melanin in your face,

Oh Emmett Till,
they say your case changed the land,
apparently not,
ask George Zimmerman,
but in your case the INNOCENT man was named Roy Bryant,
When reporters asked him did he kill you he surely didn't deny it,

Oh Emmett Till,
While you are sitting next to our heavenly father,
tell him to touch our country's heart if he bother,
then we all can have a peaceful space,
my prayer is one day All of God's children,
Become one race...




Details | Quatern | |

The Devil

One deadly power play against human struggle
Against sin
Death
Is the devil

Jesus call the devil “murderer”
The father of lies
Saint Peter warns his followers
Be sober, be watchful

The devil stalks around
Like a roaring lion
Seeking someone to fall
The devil has the power of death

Fear of death, the root of other fears
Struggles against ordinary fear we face in life
Fear of pain, of being forgotten, not having enough
Not accomplishing enough

Getting old
Being faded in some way
All find their power source
In the fear of death

We will try not to answer to devil’s strategy
We will do all we can 
To avoid these fears
Have you ever lied?

Have you ever put others down?
Have you ever sought revenge? 
What do all examples have in common?
Engaging simple behavior, to avoid something we fear

Devil leads the human race to a habit pattern of sinning
Through sin, ever-deeper forms of bondage
Manipulating our fear of death
His ultimate goal is to make us his slaves, to lead us to eternal death


Details | Haiku | |

Not Withstanding His Truth

Cut I have the noose
Setting all free now you choose
The spice of death, life


Details | Free verse | |

Scammed

We    have been cheated
         of watching     the mist   on the mountains
of the        every day joys
        living by waterfalls       and mountain fountains
of nature in all of her 
        majesty        in daily display
Civilization      has     broken
        a      pristine earth      in play
to live        in the system
        built of tar     and cement
the struggle for its money
        upon things     it is spent
My joy is where lakes
                        and their water lilies bloom
where the prickly       cactus   grows
              and changing seasons     in each room
when the clouds        are  blown
              like feathers           about           in the wind
where our              considerations think
               left to men           it will end
Will you             miss the blue parrot
              neon yellow        chickadee 
gone      the toad           golden
              likely    too soon            will the bee
the dance          of        courtships
              where        flocks       move to mate
as         the corporations          poisons
              their death             is its fate
So  many         dead zones
              now exist           in our seas
left to those     who now        govern
              the worlds     bounties       now seize
If you           expose          them
             you could           disappear
passed            executive           orders 
             now     make       this law       clear
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Didactic | |

Facts Of Life

Life is an adventure
The more you live the more you understand.
Life is a teacher
The more we live the more we learn.
Life is a rolling ball.
Life is more expensive than man himself.
Life is like an everyday tax.
Life is important,life is wonderful.
Life is an interesting ,
But dangerous game.
Life is ev'rything needed for man.
Life is the most expensive gift given to us
By God.
It shouldn't be defiled
All in the name of materialism.
Lets join hands and make this world
A better place,
By living life to the fullest.


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Rapture

Oh day of promised rapture from final resting place,

The first desire of heart to see my Savior’s face!


The beckoning of trumpet will pierce the Eastern skies,

I yearn so much to greet him and behold him with mine eyes!


Shall I awake in dew clad morn or velvet star-lit night,

Anticipating robe and crown and wings of silver bright!


Enduring grace, sweet love divine did span thou earth’s creation,

Great Son of God who lived to die for sinners soul salvation!


I long to hold thy nail scarred hand and kiss your thorn pricked brow,

Though birthed in sin he snatched me from Hell’s fiery bowel!


Twas stately mansions glistening in heaven’s glory gleam,

Their beauty was astounding as nought I’d ever seen.


The prophets were conversing of ancient days of old,

While children laughed and played on shining streets of gold.


A reunion day is coming dear loved ones and missed friends,

Where we’ll always be together and time shall never end!


Nor tear did dim an eye, and daily cares were gone,

Thousands gathered there to join in angels’ song!


Hallelujah to the Highest, holy praises we did sing,

To lift our voices as one to Christ, The Mighty King!


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

Sweet Jesus

four
figures
cradling
Jesus in their
arms




Tribute To Jesus Christ
{Amen}


Also Entry For
Raul Moreno's
The Deposition Contest
GL All


Details | I do not know? | |

Truth...

Alone
Broken
Lost
Forgotten
Abandoned
Without a home
Without a future
Missing the luxury of life
The love that we buy ourselves
But they have smiles…
Real ones
They have beauty…
Natural and irreplaceable
And love…
Innocent, sincere love
That they give away freely 
Giving all they have and more
We are the ones who are alone
Broken
Lost 
Forgotten
Abandoned
We’re missing the picture
Through less they have more
Through more we have less
Think about it


Details | Verse | |

A wagon of my time

Don’t cause the problems, give them a solution. 
The workers were hanging on electric boxes,
And diving in the heaps,
To search the words where files were burning,
And stretching off the mentality.

Nerves were tightening,
Muscles were pulled forward and backward,
Upward and downward,
A sketch was hanging in front,
How to keep straight backbone.

Legs were num, over the years,
Electric heat massage the cold over the bones,
And body was feeling tired,
Eyes were dumping in the lightening bulbs.
But a packet was pulling the time softly.

Smile was disappearing in the wrinkles,
But a rank was jumping on personal experience,
Time was always a question of figures,
Sums were added, subtracts or multiplied,
Zero seems always stronger than words.

After thirty five years service,
A happiness shakened me, 
The clapping were welcoming my respect,
And a proud was honoring my shoulders,
I were free to enjoy my lonely oldness,

My past was pulling me back,
My future was running a cause,
My present was walking with sticks,
Pills and injections were only my hope,
The white dresses were crossing my eyes,
My life was lying on a death stretcher,
The death was pulling a wagon of my time.


Details | ABC | |

123

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   
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Unholy Land

There's no other love greater,
Than becoming a mother,
And if your life gets burned,
You'll scream at those concerned,
Especially when it was stolen again,
From people who had no write,
An x-husband can be a,
Very sick man,
When he gets a jealous girlfriend,
To help him undermine the x-wife,
To put together a plan,
A murderous sick plan,
To kill the children of the x-wife,
Not only are they nuts,
They have no type of guts,
For they hired people to do,
Their dirty deeds done cheap,
Everything that they did go through with,
Was heading them to jail,
Til a powerful group of people,
Ignored the laws of the land,
And proceeded with their plan,
These people did not know,
They were creating a very sick show,
Of judgement they had no write too,
Done out of a court of law,
Desputed by other people,
That backed up the x-husband,
They've shown really poor judgement,
And put themselves in the boiling pot with them,
For God in heaven never sleeps,
And yes his heart does weep,
For what has been done,
To a small little family,
Of innocenance that never did anything,
Has been trampled upon,
Like it doesn't matter,
For what they all have done,
The murderers run the streets,
And are holding onto the son,
The x-wife got her life shattered,
And to them the only matter,
Is a flimsy excuse,
About being controled out of love,
To be people involved in law,
And never do what's right,
By the child whose life they did take,
Sickens the x-wife and only makes her madder,
Rage is boiling inside,
That she can not hide,
Aganist all of the people,
In this unholy land.


Details | Free verse | |

as the day keeps its lies

when the sun has risen
and the sky turns white or blue
it keeps its lies withheld,
but as the moon rises
and the sun sets
its lies are told
it speaks about 
its lying sun, and how
it itself is lying
it tells how only truth
comes from the flowers
that bloom with the day
and flowers that bloom
in the night
it cries when it 
sets for it is not done
telling the truth
and as the sun rises
the lies begin again.


Details | Acrostic | |

oldman

once there was an old man on a lane
he always had many cats
then he took a train
and went down another lane


Details | Narrative | |

We all stand alone

When all of time has elapsed & the moment for us will be no more
No, plight of fancy given hence to even ponder the ego
An explosion of sorts that marked a pulse on some plotted page
The door way of hope where no one bothered to offer your way
Through pillage of inner torment many will stand at heaven's door
With no intention of ever entering yet their will be w vast chasm to explore
A new exploration of that of content in nature

We have planted our seeds
Now is the time we will wait for the harvest to grow
Through vast fruition in timely exploits we will search further then ever before
To never relent in the place we will reach which will be in effect heaven's door
A given chance at which to humbly explore
A challenge to be made free is a question in time
Hope knows just where the stained glass window adjorned next to it's borrowed pew

To name just a few from the sheltered dormant of the chasm again
The given chance at which to humbly bow the head to count to the number ten
We must search ever vigilant to look within once again
Is their something that I had missed
Perhaps a fond lady that I was ever sorry that I had kissed
We stand alone on the promises of God
As we search within again
The given sphere on the oblonged gem'
Through portals of jest timely circumstances
We search even further then ever before

Through golden portals of emmense filled water that has been quenched to humbly 
nurture the inner palate'
Abounding in ever more stimulation,
We may need a break on some long awaited vacation
Then again to wander within
We all stand alone in that final day
One may never get a second chance at which to ever bow the knee to pray ?
Yet its all safe to say that it never had to be this way.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Charge of the Plight Brigade

Class assignment: continue a famous line someone else has corrupted
(with more corruption)


Into the valley of Meth
Rode the six hundred
Who would not ride out

Their faces pale, their figures gaunt
"We've found it," they said
And so they did

Searching for the greatest gifts
In the deepest shadows
They kept onward

It was waiting there
Shining in the darkness
Their last reward.


Details | Acrostic | |

Towers

Towers
Tall                            Structures
Offering                     Shelter
Withstanding              Blows
Evaporating               Lives
Raping                      Families
Security                    Needed



An acrostic poem about the twin towers of 911.


Details | I do not know? | |

FOREVER TOMORROW

IF YOU NEVER NEW YOU HAD A DISEASE
YOU PROBABLY LIVE FOREVER 
BUT NOW YOU NOW YOU HAVE A DISEASE 
IT'S DEAD AND GONE TOMORROW 




Details | Free verse | |

Shadow Man

Shadow Man

You can move from 
room to room,
House to house,
Or state to state.
 
Wherever you zoom off to,
His shadow will always be
There to haunt you.
 
He wants to touch you,
In a very private way,
How long can you stay?
Away from his icy touch?
 
You can't even 
eat lunch
In a diner,
Without him sitting
In a booth beside you.
 
He's tall and thin
With a long black overcoat
And a dark top hat on.
 
You can't avoid
His eyes,
Because all you
See is black
When you look
At his face,
While he's hovering
Over your bed
Atnight.
 
Don't forget
To turn your
Night light on,
Maybe tonight
You’ll recognize
His face.
 
One thing is 
Sure to happen,
He’ll be sharing
Your space
With you
As soon as
Your head hits
Your lace pillowcase.
 
Let's hope he
Doesn’t reach
Out to trace your
Face with his
Pointy fingernail.
 
 


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Not To Those Who Misbehave

The lusts of this world you crave
Living a life of death you
Ignoring the Almighty
Stay in the pit now


Details | Verse | |

Drugs

I havent saw the light of the sun,
am sitting here in the coldness.
With many people around me.
We want to get out but we cant 
we shall cry day and night missing our family.

We havent saw our family for years and months,
all we were able to see and hear their vocie
is off a phone and on the t.v we communicate with.
I always wish to see them again but sometimes we cant 
I want life to go back since the day I was born but it cant.

I want to have the opportunities that many kids have today
but I started to smoke weed i thought it was cool but not no more,
I quit school at age 12 and now am in jail.
I just dont want you to end up here were i am now.
Drugs is not going to take yhu no where.
And now i should die here alone...


Details | Free verse | |

A Tribute to the Deceased of Our Class

Two down,
Twenty four to go,
Poor decisions,
Freak accidents,
A toddler daughter left behind,
Two futures dismantled to nothingness,
Stream those tears,
Sorrow drowns us, 
Surely we are losing each other,
Too fast for longevity,
Peer burials,
Potential lost,
Who will be next?


Details | I do not know? | |

Memories

Memories are things that will never cost, 

they cannot be stolen, broken or lost.

Keep hold of the good and learn from the bad,

try to be hopeful and never be sad.


Details | Ballade | |

29th October ' 05

The puja festival was just over;
Happiness was still alive;
Days were going fair-
And bees murmur still charmed the hives.

Four days to go to Diwali-
Time was outruning curiosity;
The lights were about to lightened -
But there was a chill of terror with which everyone was frightened.

Delhi blew up in a bigger light!
That fell like a black curtain upon every sight-
The sky was blackened on 29th Oct of date,
Which caused many to meet their early fate.

Oh! God how this came upon?
That blackened the dews still in the lawn;
Great men say you forgive all !!
Then what was the curse that covered hundreds with death shawl? 


Details | Blank verse | |

Poisoned by Discovery

We build false realities
To keep our mentalities safe
Blame it on God, blame it on luck
Blame it on the sins a human created
Reality is dangerous it pulls our legs from under us
It breaths down my neck with pestilence
So that negativity will be inevitable
The more I learn the more it grows
The realization that I am lost inside my soul
I use to believe God is why I never felt alone
Until I questioned authority and doubted society
My brain has a mind of it's own


Details | Free verse | |

It Takes Two {Caricare}

It Takes Two


twin

towers

delusion






Tribute To Those Lost
In The Twin Towers
You Are Not Forgotten
{RIP}


Details | Haiku | |

Ticks

After long dry spell 
Rain hatches deer tick babies
Hungry bringing death


Details | Free verse | |

Apache Scalpel

I want to take a scalpel
And surgically remove countenance
I want to fire a chainsaw
And massacre fast food consciousness
Sever and slash rinky dink rememberance

If you want to honor the dead
Let's go dance on gravestones
Not forgetting the bodies lost in Vietnam jungles

I want to take a hatchet
And slice clean modern education
Remove all doubt
That this is not what knowledge is about

More to the point
Let's cut the electricity
Rewire the main hardware
Start over and begin from the beginning
Before Genesis colonized the mind
When pure babies lay in savannahs 
And a bastion laid before our hands
Suddenly became awake


Details | Couplet | |

Johnny 's Song

He was born to sing upon his land
Now he's resting in God's Everlasting hands

Didn't matter who you were
That voice you'll remember for sure

A voice that could shed many a tear
Or make you just want to stand up and cheer

Oh how'll I miss this one hell of a man
Made me today of who I am

Across oceans far and wide
Johnny sang his songs with passionated pride

Now he soars amidst his eagle friends
High above the rockies bends

Oh Johnny this song's for you
As I sing about your eagle friends too




In Loving Memory 
       of 
John Denver  { 1943 -1997 }


Soar My Feathered Friend

  {  R.I.P. }


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Dancing Winter

A barren land

Is transformed formed into

A winter paradise

A white blank of snow

Covers everything that the eyes can see

The tumbling cooling breeze of winter

Bring peace to this once barren land

The bears sleep for the winter

The flowers await the warmth of spring

The kids come out and play

All day as they may

Their imaginations running while

A snowball fight is the best war

A snow angel to decorate the landscape

A majestical snowman becomes the main attraction

A child’s laugh is the best medicine

For a cold and stern heart

Rejoice in this paradise

It’s winter

The dawn of a new beginning





Find more of my writings and poems at jorgesouthkorea.com


Details | Rhyme | |

Death By Words

I am me but it isn't enough.
 The kids at school don't like me too much.
 My family's poor; I can't afford nice clothes.
 All of my socks have holes in the toes.
 I have 2 pairs of jeans I wear every other day.
 I try keeping them new but they won't stay that way.
 I like different music but they think it's whack.
 Being Black, I should only listen to R&B and rap.
 I'm very good at school because I'm very smart
 But they try to hurt my feelings by calilng me a retard.
 They say that I am stupid and they also call me dumb.
 They say that I will never amount to be anyone.
 They push me in the hallway trying to pick a fight.
 Sad and depressed, I push through with all of my might.
 The girls talk about me on Facebook and the guys find it funny.
 They talk about my appearance and how I am so very ugly.
 I hold my head up at school but at home I always cry.
 They talk about me daily and I really don't know why. 
I'm too black, too tall, too smart, too poor...
 All I want to do is disappear through the floor.
 They don't know I'm funny, nice, kind, and sweet.
 They'd prefer to talk badly about me to everyone they meet.
 Am I too scared to face them and say what's on my mind?
 Or maybe I'm not mean enough because I am too kind...
 I try to listen to my teachers who advise me to walk away
 But my bullies follow me to torment me every single day.
 My grades start dropping because I can no longer focus.
 I get in trouble at home because education is a must.
 All I want to do is go to school without getting picked on.
 All of this external negativity is making me withdrawn.
 I used to be so happy and now, I don't know what that is.
 I have no idea how much more I can take of this.
 I hate how I've given them the power on how to make me feel.
 They've caused scars so deep that I wonder if I will ever heal.
 Why did God make me so different? Why am I so disliked?
 I just want to be pretty and cool so that I can be liked. 
I'm tired. Tired of hurting. Tired of being scared. Tired of crying.
 I feel small pieces of me slowly and constantly dying.
 No one to talk to because no one understands.
 Now I am no more and it's caused by my own hands.
 The kids at school didn't like me too much.
 I tried to be me but it wasn't enough.


Details | Free verse | |

Don't let it slip away

Stripped, abused and tortured.
Help me, my life's but one -
Don't let it slip away!




Authors notes

Enforcing a picture and or meaning in 15 words.


Details | I do not know? | |

clock on the wall

The clock still ticks on the living room wall
It’s dark feelings I recall
Death somehow changed it all 
I no longer feel it is my fault 
I learn to let go of pain and grief
Stop asking why this happen to me 
I never will really understand
How evil resides in a god fearing man 
Fate has led me down many a road
Something pushing and pulling me along
But I believe after all these years
That the scars will remain inside me sealed 
A stamp on my soul for which I know
God himself sheds some tears  
 I am not as forgiving as he  
For many demons had hunted me 
I somehow feel there is  someone else 
I can help as I have myself.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Bag Lady

The clothes she wore were twenty years old
Tattered and torn not much protection from the cold
The rusty cart she pushed with wheels well worn
The hair on her head needed to be shorn

Slowly into the emergency room she did enter
Just in time for her heart was tender
As she sat down in the chair
Her lungs no longer filling with air

Passed out onto the floor
Someone coming in through the door
Yelled code blue alert
Then the staff turned with a jerk

Everyone moved in hight speed motion
Some people wondered what's the commotion
Just like lighting to the operating room
Jane Doe was whizzed which was none too soon

After days of tender loving care 
Still unidentified she slipped away from there
Meeting her husband beside the road
Speeding away in their car they drove

She was no bag lady
But America's elderly poor
Who needed heart surgery
But couldn't afford the cure

(This is copied righted on LuLu's Poetry.com as are most of my work, some of which is 
supposed to be published in their anology series. Sara)


Details | Rhyme | |

Three Wooden Crosses

beneath this iron maiden
lies three wooden crosses

such tragedy comes to those
with their life losses

fourteen fifteen and sixteen
even in the backseat a beauty queen

mother told them not to go
father told them to take it slow

waving goodbye off they went
riding on tires with a wheel thats bent

out comes the beer and the weed
being such fools tossing around the seeds

ran a stop sign just up the road
got smashed by a trucker hauling a load

spun the car into a lamp post
now three bodies linger around as ghost

but the beauty queen did survive
by wearing her seatbelt and thanks god shes alive



Please Talk To Your Kids
Drinking And Driving Dont' Mix
And Alway's Remember That Seatbelt


Details | I do not know? | |

Playing Away

This is an adaptation of my favourite poet Carol Ann Duffy and her poem Education for 
leisure.

I loaded the bullets pretty quick
Pull the hammer back until I hear a click.
I look down the eyesights at the target clear
Fire three shots and it hurts my ear.

They don't know that I know
I've seen them go 
Into our house, 
So now, I'll trap them like a mouse.

They'd better hope I miss my shots
Because otherwise they'll see lots of dots,
Dots of blood that represent me
And all the pain they caused me.

They cannot run
They will not hide
I don't care what happens
As long as they die.


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 | Tetractys | |

My Dear Friend You Are Not Forgotten

my
dear friend
today I
received letter
from your mom and dad
stated that killed while serving
seems like only yesterday
were cruising on our 4 wheelers
I shall honor thy name displaying
flag and medal of valor on mantel






Tribute To Dear Friends
And To Our Troops


Details | Couplet | |

I Want My Mommy

as I lie in this womb
for it's my heart you'll hear beat soon

da beat beat beat
and da tapping of tiny feet

attached cord
was my mighty sword

words of disgrace
embedded in my taste

drug of ill fath
served on my plate

you have rather me died
than to hear my wimper and cries

I could of made you proud
instead of being wrapped in this tiny shroud

now I am someone else's angel
wearing a nice shinny golden halo


as my unspoken words goes out to you
I hope your next child won't have to go through this too




Tribute To The Unborn


Entery For 
Raul Moreno's
Unspoken Words Contest
GL All


Details | Light Poetry | |

All That Jazz

big satchmo
renowned jazz
pops



In Loving Memory Of
Louis Daniel Armstrong   {Satchmo Or Pops}  
{Aug 4th 1901 - July 6th 1971}




Also Entry For Brian Strand's Spetimal Fun Contest


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

On Knowing the Dark Side

How does one begin to have recognized
First it requires that one admits to one’s self
Do I live my life in search of perfect health?
Then the dark side has ye hypnotized 

You see the darkness is quite clever
Once you wallow in its fear of loss
Are you starting to understand you pay the cost?
Controlling your destiny forever

Caring not for another human being condition
Driving in you a false perception of need
Increasing in you one’s emotional greed
See now thee that it has a dark mission?


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The Deceptive Illusion

I'm the deceptive illusion inside your first shot
Step up out of the cold and into the hot
Come join in the heat of my never ending fire
Dance to the flames of unbridled desire
I plant the heat of passion inside of your mind
As to your own soul I'll keep you blind
I'll offer you peace so you can rest
Numb that pain inside of your chest
I'll teach you to forget all your regrets
And accept my demons as your pets
I once was Lucifer but now I'm the host
Like smoke in the night I'm your ghost
I live in the mirror for all to see
Next time your in front look closer at me
If seeking wisdom tell me who is more wise
Then the master deceiver the creator of disguise
Come walk with me take my offered hand
I'll teach you to pillage and rape the land
After you're all used up and have nothing to lose
I'll find me another to walk in your shoes
You won't be lonely I say with a grin
I have an army of you inside of the pen
Faithful followers that I've left to rot
All behind trying that first shot

Everyone my name is Michael and I'm here to say
The deceptive illusion is no game to play

© 2007 Michael Jordan
All Rights Reserved


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ADDICTION

Run faster into the night
     to a fate that is all your own.
Heading for a troubling "need"
     that has steadily grown...

It keeps you away from
     all the things that you love.
As your insanity gives
     you yet another shove...

You are left feeling hollow
     and utterly all alone.
You know that the things
     you do, you don't condone...

There's got to be a better way
     of life out there for you.
You have to get some help
     for a drug free life to ensue...


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Pancakes on a Sunday Morning

He kicked the chair beneath his feet
  Freeing himself
Forever in motion
  Forever elevated
Forever caught in time
  My brave solider
How sweet are your cries
              Sweet as the cinnamon 
On pancakes you told me to try
  the first time we met.
The mixtures still fresh 
  yet the milks sour    cow’s got his tongue out 
your dead laughter fills the walls
   the rope tightens.
So his glassy stare turns to stone
  A smile whipped and cracked upon his face.

You’ve never looked so beautiful. 
            


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A Piece Of Work { Footle ]

T.C.
   Was He

        Pai-doung
               The Sun

                  Now Gone
                       So Wrong

                                  Thank You
                                           Your's True





Entry For Abe Lopez's 
Native American Ekphrasis Contest


In Loving Memory Of
Tommy Wayne Cannon  T.C. {1946 -1978 }


Details | Ballad | |

Why

Ive tryed to learn 
Ive tryed to fly
all you seem to want
is for me to cry
Tryed to run
tryed to hide
you love my pain
youll love when I die
I said I would follow you to the end of time
but if you dont step up this heart well stay mine.
I wake every moring to only pain
my life is unliveable 
why wont this change
I dont want heaven
nore live in hell
just remove this life
form this cell
stop my time
stop my pain 
noone knows
to them is all the same
But I have to wake every day to other peoples happiness
so fuk your games 
Ill die alone if thats the only way
what can i do. 
when my little sister curses you.
Maybe shes right!


Details | I do not know? | |

red room cage caught travel

he stood to watch
at the bar from a distant
stance from far
she took a drink
so confused 
on booze he makes his move
and he thinks
and he thinks
if the keep of the 
bar
will kindly take her keys
he will then take her home 
and her life
with the greatest of ease

didn't think a drink meant yes
didn't think i must confess
used to be insecure
now she's much less
on the bed
body red
the tears she shed
she bled she bled
she said she said no
and he wouldn't like to think so
what you're doing is evil

he parked his 
jesus ford pickup truck
on the side of the road so i'm told
pulls her near
she pulls away to escape
but to where
he didn't care
hiding in a ditch
he climbs on top
smothering cutting off
getting taking all her soft
soft features 
she cried and screamed
for it to stop

didn't know a kiss meant yes
didn't think i must confess
used to be insecure
now she's much less
laying in the dirt
numb from all the hurt
cannot fathom or believe
how much damage
 he would leave
she said she said
no and you wouldn't like to think so
no you wouldn't like to think so
she said
she said no no no
and what you're doing is evil
what you're doing is evil

sex drugs the lust
where was it born
she had to change cause
rock and roll was too much fuss
it broke and busted
crushed and flushed
away washed down
made her struggle for air
brought her down
into the water to drown
those words didn't take away
her pain
just relived rehashed that night again
didn't know a drink meant yes
didn't think i must confess
used to be insecure
now she's much less
eyes red body bled
tears shed
red red red red
she said she said
no no you wouldn't like to think so
no you wouldn't like to think so
terrible, inconcievable
unbelievable she said she said no
and what you're doing is evil
yeah what you're doing is evil 
just so you know



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Don't Smoke!

I smoke and I choke has my
lungs fill up with smoke.
Yes, it is my addiction
a tobacco confliction.
I smoke to ease my pain
and stress to realize 
I am not at my best.
Only to realize I made a mistake.
Life is at a balance,
a scale that can't be replaced.
My lungs are turning black
filled with tar and nicotine.
My oxygen levels dropped
and my lips are turning blue.
The smell of tabacco reeks
on my body and tares at my soul
Only to be told I won't be 
able to grow old.
My lungs have weakened and my
heart has taken a toll.
How do I tell my children/
I won't be there to give them hugs
and advice.
Except one that took my life!
DON'T SMOKE!


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Think

I think to find what I seek, but what I seek is something I can not think of
For what I seek is to serve, serve my country
For when I grow I will change to find the light to the path to serve as a woman soldier and if I shall die I want you to think I died, but I died trying, serving. and saving the lives of the people to bring peace and harmony to the people of my country


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Yes Ye Will-Will Come

Oh, how it is so much fun
All having been given a choice
You can hear it in their voice
As we all dance and play in the sun

The there are many who shall turn and run
Living a continuous life of evil
End the end it will only bring upheaval
In truth their virtue, they have none


Details | I do not know? | |

O DEATH! HOLD BACK THY STING!!

Crippled by a serious deformity,
And imposed masterly inactivity,
Gloomed by utter poverty,
Many wail in anguishing adversity.

A waif, a forlorn wanderer,
A clueless shipwrecked brother,
A totteringly striding blind,
A helping hand is all they need!

Not for the riches, not for the power,
Not to revel in Heavenly pleasure,
But to them, my help, mirth shall bring,
Hence O cruel death! Hold back------

Hold back thy venomous sting,
Hold back thy venomous sting!
Hold back thy venomous sting!!    


Details | Ballad | |

Urban Wild West

Back in high school everything was a mess
kids in different cliques, in all types of dress
and everyday a fight to see who's the best
and gun threats with kids having gats in there vests.
Teachers not caring about the education of generation x
didn't believe in the future or us or what's coming next
just in it long enough so they can cash there checks
as they push the kids along, uneducated or not along with the rest.
Security guards check your i.d. to make sure you were where your
supposed to be
But now isn't it so easy to make a fake pass, doesn't anyone see?
so now kids are laying in pools of blood and agony
they say it's safe but schools still very uneasy.

School today's like the wild west
Everyone's fighting, lots of unrest
And every body's just trying to fit in
But some are lost right from the beginning.
School today's like the wild wild west
Everyone's wearing a bullet proof vest
Scared to go to school because of the threats
Afraid as hell as to what happens next.

There's no smiles as you pass by in the hallway
because one false move can make the wrong person angry
everyone seems to be dealing with there own hate
nobody wants to deal with a lonely fate
so much on everyone's plate
and the angst just unable to escape
so when he or she snaps and is in bad shape
everyone runs for cover before it's to late.
Im not out to scare you far from it
but it's time other take notice of it
before more innocent kids die from this
because a child who cries for help gets none of it
a tiny scream inside, the anger that they hide
they always answer with a pistol by there side
and it's up to us to find another way
so those kids who go to school can live another day.

School today's like the wild west
Everyone's fighting, lots of unrest
And every body's just trying to fit in
But some are lost right from the beginning.
School today's like the wild wild west
Everyone's wearing a bullet proof vest
Scared to go to school because of the threats
Afraid as hell as to what happens next.


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Fairy Nature

THIS POETRY IS WRITTEN IN 3 HAIKU/2 TANKA FORM, AND NOTES REFER TO SENSES.

I'm fairy nature,
come to collect fall's leaf wares
to help make a coat.


A coat of sunsets,
a last breath of summer's glow
to wrap up autumn.


I disguise myself
living amongst the woodlands,
squirrels, bugs, birds, bees.


Slowly with magic
I single handedly turn
the seasons over;

sweeping winds and driving rains,
giving nature rest till spring.


I nourish the land.
Autumn's blanket becomes crisp,
stark, white, purity,

I contrast, redecorate 
new, sleek, sexy, wavy tones.




AUTHOR NOTES

All 5 senses are expressed within this write, looking at touch, taste, sight, sound and smell.
'make a coat','wrap up' all indicate being touched or enfolded for warmth/protection...as does 
winter's 'blanket'
sounds - could be taken from the animals, and weather...'crisp' evokes sound also. 'rest'-
evokes quieter times...
smell - comes from earthy woodlands and fallen leaves, contrasted with freshness of icy or 
snowy air...
taste - evoked from 'nourish', 'last breath' of Autumn and new breath of winter air.
sight- comes from the autumn colours evoked from the 'sunset' and greens and browns 
of 'woodlands', 'sexy', purity of ice and snow, 'falls leaf wares' - reds, oranges, yellows and 
browns...


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The Lamentation Over The Dead Christ

Michelangelo covered with the hood
Weeping tears as holding Christ, he stood
At the head of the man, who is the Lamb
That became the perfect sacrifice, the great I Am

Putting himself in Joseph of Arimathea's place
Helping Mary Magdalene and Mary Jesus' mother face
The tragedy, that they felt ended Jesus' race
His chance to be the Savior, sent to grace
 
The world with salvation and kingdom of love;
How each stroke of the hammer guided from above
Perfection of this work you desired for the Dove
When an error occured, you were not proud of

Gave this unfinished work away (to Antonio)
Who for a profit did sell the work for pay
Reconstruction by Tiberio Calcagni paved the way
For the look of the Florence Pieta' today




(The information that I got about this work said that Michelangelo used himself as a model 
for the hooded figure.  I could just see Michelangelo feeling the agony of the person when he 
put himself in their place.)


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Sincerely Yours,

Dear friend ,

The world means nothing.
Its set in flames.
Even worse we roam with cold hearts trying to look the part,
in this guilded age.

This is something I wish not to be a part of.
I no longer want to be another soul endlessly making
contact with sole and pavement.
I'm striving for abatement. 

For meaning I've always looked at dictionaries.
For significance we've always looked at actions.
So please do take another look and see what this letter is for.

Our education is supposed to be priceless, yet we can't afford it.
Our outlook on life is supposed to be uplifting , yet our vision is always distorted.
Our struggle is supposed to be significant , than why is it our stories won't be recorded?

Does this not trouble you my friend?
We complain about being second rate citizens yet there are those who don't live
but attempt to survive in their homes that are assigned in third world countries since before birth.

Where is the justice if the hearts are starting to turn into just ice?
Wheres the justice if a benevolent man was robbed of their life?
Where's the justice in this non-sense?
I can't see it . All I see is us bracing for a cruel consequence.

Pardon me if I trouble you with the questions you can't answer.

But i've outweighed the pros and the cons of this situation.
I no longer wish to to be just another number in this logorithm of lies. 
I no longer wish to be a variable with no value of his own.
I wish to become the variable that comprehends the absolute value of sincerity.

Real love is that which shows no fear.
Unfortunately I am a coward.
I no longer can love a world that is platinum plated and wishes not to remember
the warmth of a child's smile.

Even the stars wish not to roam on the skies of the falsely lit nights.
Even the moon moans because of how far from her we've drifted.
Even the willos weep when we no longer wish to see them stand and instead
choose them to stand on.

I've outweighed the courage and the fear.
But what I found frightened me further.
What weighed us down the most was indifference.

With that discovery I knew what I had to do.
I must leave and find somewhere where gravity is no longer so heavy.

I know I can't outweigh death for it's a burden that falls on the shoulders of everyone.
I'm truly sorry that i'm a selfish coward 
For I have chosen the coward's end.

I wish you goodluck my friend,

Sincerely yours,

The shadow of men


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My Friend Ken

My friend Ken
He acts like a ten
Year old.

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.
So there.
Stupid.


Details | Senryu | |

The Rehabilitation of Killers ( Two Senryu Trilogies)

Out of water
Moses killed a task master
And hid the body.

In the wilderness
Forty years and reconciled
Called by Burning Bush

Out of the desert
Moses, the deliverer,
Set God's people free.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A true Pharisee
Of Pharisees, Paul stood by
Consenting killings.

Killing more Christians
Blinded, thrown off his high horse
Sent to a Christian

The scales fell away.
Paul became a man of God...
Trusted apostle.


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What Will You Do

The fight to survive
Understanding where true life 
All inside ye look


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Memories Of Youth

Musing for memories
Etched in back of mind
Mom I remember
Overbearing news
Reguarding brothers drowning
Inquiry stated caused by flashbacks from meth and herion
Eleven and didn't quite still understand 
So I just prayed to God to forgive his lost soul







Memories Was My Topic





Tribute To My Brother Gary
         {RIP}


Details | Light Poetry | |

Your Free {Footle}

slavery
   not for me

       forced labor
           paid for more

                  chain gang
                        head banged

                                mop floors
                                    dusty headboards

                                                iron shirts
                                                     hem skirts

                                                         raw deal
                                                           cook meals

                                                              don't get paid
                                                                           or get laid

                                                                             piece of meat
                                                                                   alway's gets beat

                                                                                          hide underground
                                                                                                 don't make sound

                                                                                                     free the slaves
                                                                                                         Lincoln did say

                                                       

 Tribute To Freedom  
And May God Bless The Slaves


Also Enrty For
Sami Al-Khalili's Contest
Small Cage, Big Bird


Details | Senryu | |

Abortion (Senryu)

 

must be a bad seed 
plucking it from her garden 
where was the planter


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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 | Lyric | |

Darkness

Power is a struggle
Only the strongest can achieve
They are the true people
Those that strive and pursue power
They will conquer the universe

Peace is a lie, there is only passion
The world is in constant change
Emotions follow suit

Through passion, I gain strength
Use emotion to power action

Through strength, I gain power
Strength is dominance and leads to greatness

Through power, I gain victory
In greatness you achieved, all desired

Through victory my chains are broken
All is crushed beneath you

There must only be two
Never more
One to desir the unholy strength
The other to instruct how to gain such power
Betrayal must be seeded inside the minds of the weak
and the light must be snuffed out

Proclaim your power, let none stand in your way
The universe can be yours, you only need to free your passion


Details | I do not know? | |

"Let Truth Be Told, Part 1"

Yeah, I may be white,
But someone needs to speak out right?
Bring things into the light,
Expose all the lies,
For I believe in the most high.

Our ancestors were straight terrorist from the beginning of time,
Raping, killing, lying, and stealing land saying "this land is mine!"
Our ancestors rewrote history knowing they were lying,
Standing there watching with no emotion while Native Americans were dying.

Why do you think Native Americans hate Thanksgiving?
The Pilgrim and the Indian story was a fantasy living,
How could the white man ever been forgiven,
When MOST Native Americans were tricked,wiped out, and no longer living.

P.S- Part 2 coming soon, so stay tuned.


Details | I do not know? | |

A WORLD OF MY DREAMS

As I tread outside smiling
The joy of freedom seems to have gone missing
The feeling of equality and security
Overtaken by the sights of torture and misery

Trust and faith lay shattered
Families divided, growing hatred
Scarcity of food, education in shambles
Is this the gift for the next generation?

Why is there no war against poverty
Why no war against illiteracy
Why no one to fight the war against hunger
And why no one to fight War on AIDS, the biggest danger

As the bullets fly and bombs explode
The howls of crying babies go loud
The scare and pain of getting orphaned
In their mind, always embedded

Few faces of evil and cruelty
Seems to be creating havoc for the majority
Why are they using their ability
To fight this WAR ON HUMANITY

In a flash, walking, I feel so lonely
Tears flowing on feeling their hunger and poverty
Hoping for a home and education for all
I pray for universal peace and health for all

I feel, not for me, but for us all here
I pray for a world where cruelty to humans, no one hears
But, I ask, “Can my prayers ever come true”?
YES !! Only if with me I also have ALL OF YOU


Details | I do not know? | |

Question

inequity in life, immortalityin death,
striken from the words, taken from the pages, the pages of time, 
choose not what your told, but what you think, question your morals, 
question your world, question authority, question reality.


Details | I do not know? | |

HOW TO KILL A MONSTER

When the monster has arrived home from it daily place of employment, 
You simply wait for it to settle into its old worn-out chair.

Then the monster asks for the chilled glass sitting in the refrigerator.

You remove the chilled glass from the refrigerator.

You place the chilled glass on the kitchen counter.

You add a few pieces of ice into the chilled glass.

You finally add half a bottle’s amount of Apricot Brandy 
and watch the monster takes its first nightly sip.

You repeat this process Every Two to Three Hours.

You repeat this process Hour by Hour.

You repeat this process Day after Day.

You repeat this process Week after Week.

You repeat this never ending process Year after Year.

And You Repeat this Process for Fifteen And Counting.

And You Wait for the Shut-Down of the Monster’s Liver.


Details | Free verse | |

Genocide

How can we relax?
When machine guns take virginities,
When people are forced from their homes,
Or die,
Where receiving rations is taboo,
Where hope ceases to arrive,
Think of Darfur,
When you lay to sleep.


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The usual chemical baldin

Theme park legacies unnoticed
billion dollar scandals no one talks about
the under rug swept truth of the army taking over your government
telling what president to say what to what city
nothing out of the ordinary
the wars of our fathers, that carry on and on, with no break in between
just generation gaps, the three legs of one war, to fool the gullible
terrorism utilised to make impact statements of common knowledge
leaving you in your rut
in your corner
the pornographic clippings of muscle men
steroids and drug abuse used for a miscarriage
the usual carnival
the chemicals of the previous wars soaked into their soil
now nothing there grows
wicked this way comes
better this time
a law suit
hands washed clean, you look the other way when it happens to me
the gang unit doesn't even know
politically correct they are
selling the cover up
for the side effects of the wars of our fathers
the soils that soon will no longer bear fruit
something in the water, we tell ourselves is sewage
the pieces fit and we blame our mothers and fathers
after the doctors, after the brothers, and our lovers
where it all started, looking back to the deserted wastelands
of your chemical warefare
i see your footsteps
where the children starve
blaming monkeys for disease
we thought we would never be
something wicked this way comes
you look the other way
but here it is
the pieces fit
the usual game
hunger pains
disease
the cover up in your face
under rug swept
yet a torture
you dont see, blinding me


Details | Free verse | |

What are we doing to us?

What are we doing to our planet? 
Processing oils, 
pumping air with oxides;
be them sulphur, 
or nitrogen gas.
Burning coals,
manufacturing chemicals.
Making acid rain -
burning our -
dumb ass!


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

No Matter

Time for you to be a detective
From first to the last breath, stay on the hunt
The prey is that evil legion we all must confront
This is how you change your perspective

Past memories be to some are regardless
Its inventory is ever so incomprehensible
Yet this is how one stays forever indefensible
Involving be to none but the godless

Ignorant or not for those seeking bliss
Conditions in life vary in levels of strife
Depending upon lady you choose as wife
Your souls will pay a cost such as this 


Details | Quatrain | |

appallation

"I am appalled," the administrator said
..."I am appalled by your recommendation."
yet utterly correct, it soon proved to be
for years anonymous, the implied accusation

Challenger "slipped the surly bonds of Earth"
and surely those scientific souls perished
to "Touch the face of God" was said henceforth
but always, in all ways, their memory cherished

Roger Boisjoly*, and a few who knew the truth
also, felt smacked-in-the-face by appalling
as guilt and horror were revealed through proof
let "only the facts speak" was the higher calling

when timetables are allowed to tip the scale 
without regard to even more profound losses
we could learn to let probable facts prevail 
and overrule overbearing bosses, whatever the cost is

foregoing of foretelling, is unfortunately compelling

© Goode Guy 2012-02-07

* pronounced: (Fr) Beaujolais
http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2012/02/06/146490064/remembering-roger-boisjoly-he-tried-to-stop-shuttle-challenger-launch?ps=cprs
http://www.npr.org/player/v2/mediaPlayer.html?action=1&t=1&islist=false&id=146490064&m=146483712
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Space_Shuttle_Challenger_disaster


Details | Free verse | |

Dying

Controlled to extremes
Unable to move
Without you leering at me
I slowly starve of reality
Of air
Suffocating
Drowning
'Me' 
Dies


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Distemper

Fictional for a prompt:- think outside the box in sixteen words.


Frothing at mouth
Distemer shows itself
Taking over body and mind
Mans best friend 
Slowly dies




Please, please, please get your animals/pets vaccinated!


Details | Free verse | |

Three Legged Gods

If they say, "He's over here!"
Or "Look!  He's over there!"
Don't believe it... even if 
An angel should announce
That he's is in the east or west.
Jesus has come and gone
And will come again very soon.
The sky will roll back like a scroll;
A trumpet and arch angel's voice
Will sound; then, the reapers
Will gather the chosen few,
Those who will soon disappear.
But other Jesus' have risen today.
They declare themselves God
And lead their sects for sex
Or other pleasure and power.
They have blasphemed Christ
And failed at wilderness temptations.
They isolate their followers in camps
And lead some to premature death.
They receive the Almighty's worship;
Yet, everyone has freedom of speech.
However, no one has the right to identity theft.


Details | Senryu | |

B. C.

A period set
Ensconced without rampant strife
Days near death end life..........


Details | Blank verse | |

Is It a treatment?

Liberty, Liberty, Liberty,
Liberty is nothing,
If a person is n’t aware,
About his enjoyment for living.

What is liberty?
Where a person is corrupt,
Where a person is criminal, 
Where a person is robber.

What is liberty?
If a person is careless,
If a person is uncooperative,
If a person isn’t polite.

What is liberty?
If a person’s motive is killing,
If a person’s motive is raping,
If a person’s motive is exploiting.

Is it liberty to help criminals?
Is it liberty to supply them weapons?
Is it liberty to permit them to kill innocents?
Is it liberty to supply drug for money?

If a person isn’t caring for himself,
Who will do for themselves?
It is a treatment of disappointment,
God will come to serve them.

That’s why they prefer to live in Heaven,
That’s why they are involved in Crime,
Because they are so tired and helpless,
They want to ruin our living on Earth.


Details | Bio | |

The Fall Of The Proud Old Warrior

The only thing unchanging is
the eternal parade of change...
Evolution, or entrophy,
They are the same at times

The still proud old warrior,
Once flying thru the air....
With Martial Arts Ease.....
The once sought after musician....
Now considered too old, too useless....

Some things they CAN'T take awa from me...
My dignity, small as it might have shrunk....
My faith, large as it has grown....
My intellect...my on line name Quasarttt
Look it up to get a clue.....
The TTT, historic.....
Tom The Tramp.....

I've had to surrender health,
And plans of any longevity.....
I'm learning the price of time,
I'm learning the price of pain....

May look alike to you....
To me they are not the same...

Perception...
Reality.....
Forced to live in the Here and Now,
Craving but the past....
I'll be moving on once again....
Soon my breath will be my last.

I don't look like me no more....
Don't feel like me no more....
But I'm aware of the joys ahead.....
I've been able to peek,
 Inside the door....
On more than one occassion,
And fear death no more....


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You Don't Need Me

I am What You Think You Need; I love to turn your life to greed.
The need for me grows with each passing day,
I am evil and on the weak, I will prey.
I make you feel so good at times,
But I cause you to commit some serious crimes.
I am so appealing in so many ways,
But leave your life in one big haze.
I become your God and I am all you need,
When I am not around you will begin to plead.
I destroy lives and I also kill,
Only because you needed a thrill.
Well now here is the truth and I hope you hear,
I will ruin your life and everyone that is dear.
I mess with your life and your brain,
I make you think you are going insane.
I make you feel you are all alone,
I cause you to chase away everyone, you have known.
You own nothing because I took it away,
I am so important you become my prey.
I cause you to do things that are really bad,
Instead of being happy, you are always sad.
Is this really the way you want your life to be,
Then if I am offered to you just turn and flee.
Drugs control your body and mind,
So leave that life way behind.
Pray that God gives you the strength you need,
And from the drug life you will be freed.


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To Be Alive or Not To Be ?

Why would you shuffle off this mortal coil
When in this life there is so much to live for?
Like Yorrick ,when barely a huff of breath is left.
Surely when Hamlet said "To Be or Not to Be" 
he was talking about life and death. 
To be or not to be living or dying ,present or absent.
The wild energy of the teens if displaced can
cause  major clefts in collective consciousness.
And what of  lyrics within some songs?
Does any one read them? What do the lyrics say?
With youth's cocky confidence and intense self 
conscience they have the will to move mountains.
Parents would be wise to instill love instead of 
hate in their children while their soft skulls 
are still developing.
So their brains can mature into adults instead of
forever being Peter Pans.
Do all human beings go through the rebellious teenage
years and how do different cultures deal with it?
How difficult it must be for both parents and teens
with the newfound growing hormones.
Yes, the motto should be..."May there be good thoughts
towards all fellow humans and all should promise never to
do living beings any harm."
I know it sounds a bit Buddhist,but wouldn't it be 
good
if our kids were taught Not To cause any suffering?


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I've Been Saved { Seven By Seven }

staring out the windows bay
                                           in this wheelchair I now stay
                                            never listened to  Mom  Dad
                                            about dangers of a cave's fad
                                            lit a match thought I was brave
                                           hidden gasses now friend's in grave
                                            I give Thanks for I've been saved









True Story Dear Friend
Is Confined To Wheelchair



Learn About Caves
 Before Ya Go Exploring
For They Hold Deadly Gasses


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Spider poison

watching the news day by day
singing songs about robbing history
the spiders the size of a female breast
killing birds, i think in the southwest
Spiders eating people in Iraq
get bit by one and you get a flesh eating rash
spiders in the jungle
red yellow green, spikes and teeth
one lays an egg and then there are many
hello people, its time we did something
the cats eat the ones they can
and the dog follows them
water spiders ten feet long
maybe mother nature has a problem
men diabolical the only race on the earth with such a high death rate
yet we kill only eachother
protect the birds, and fsh of our lakes
controlling wolves killing sheep
well this spider eats deer
why aren't we doing anything?
a buck a spider
bring em to your mayors house
in bags
in buckets
dead ones for sale
i got bit by a spider, before i moved to town
my thinking going fuzzy, hungrier than you know
the poison in my veigns your poison
as one crawls into your bed for a deathly visit
obviously mothernature is upset
and this many spiders is just a warning
there will be thousands of millions
killing families and taking over the jungle
killing the elephants and hippos
clinging onto monkeys for lunch amongs the vines
jumping in the air to eat birds
laying eggs, and eating insects
these things are death machines
the world versus spiders
and spiders are winning


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Victim of Yo Hustle

Push man push sell dat dope for me 
Push man push and I might promise to set your soul free
Be the best you can be #1 salesman in the streets
Man you so cold you know you cant be beat
I'll give you cars, hoes and money you'll be the brother on top
You'll  have  workers and runners then we'll never stop
A-1 Yoda that hard that soft where supply meets demand
You just be ready at the drop of a hat to follow my every command
H-N-I-C head nigga in charge thats what you be 
So what, you like long white lines you still my nigga G

Oh them other dudes well hell yeah I gave it to them too
But remember my dear friend they get their product from you 
So just relax baby put a couple of rocks in a couple of sweets
Man just lay yo self down rest for a few days sleep good between 
them sheets

Aw man dont worry bout other niggas they doin a little somethin,
Don't forget from where you came
Besides who was the one who put you on top #1 nigga
You better recognize i gave you your name

Chill nigga chill them lil' niggas just tryin to steak their claim to fame
You just keep on tootin and rockin and don't ever forget who made 
them know your name.

On second thought my friend just take all the time you need
Sit back, lay back or whateva and smoke on this good ass
weed.
Cuz I don't need you out here in the hood gettin in the way of 
this here dope tussle.
Cuz what you don't see my friend is that because of me you 
have become a Victim of Yo Own Hustle


Details | Quatrain | |

Why did Christ lived that long on earth

Christ lived for about 33 yrs to show us the way to
Heaven by
His Teachings and
Examples

11282011


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The Flying Casket

amidst my indelible impressions
comes an era of remembrence
that shall go down in history

I recall the flight of an airship
traveling abroad from Europe
to the United States 

with ninety seven aboard
passangers crews and news media
were all awaiting for its safe arrival

as newsreel coverage was filming
the attempt docking of this flight it
turned into a blazing yellow and red fireball

within one minute
thirthy five lives had
parished



In Memory Of 
Those Lost On The
Hindenburg 

{Deutsche Luftschiff Zeppelin #129}


Also Entry For
Brian Strands 
Indelible Impressions Contest


Details | Senryu | |

Simple Recruit

Running from the cops
To thirsty vampires... set up
For death for prison.


Details | I do not know? | |

Destroying Death 10092011


On this mountain the Lord of hosts
Will provide for all peoples
A feast of rich food and choice of wines…
He will destroy death forever

Lord God will wipe away
Tears from all faces Isaih 25:6, 8

THIS ISAIAH PASSAGE  
One of the greatest sources of Courage for me in all of Scripture
The repeated detailed description of the feast
In case gives me a kind of glorious concrete hope

I love the tenderness of the Lord God
Wiping away the tears from all the faces

Three years ago on this date-10092008
I held this reading in my hand beside my dying sister
She was the one who gave feasts in our family:
Rich juicy food and choice wine
I read aloud for us both
“He will destroy death forever”
God of Love
Help us to trust in this stunning promise of life You offer us with such tenderness


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Cold World

Cold World

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.


Details | I do not know? | |

Devoured

She is yellow tonight, grinning 
as she reflects the day. Her breath 
Splashes against me, needles of silver 
Inject my skin. Casting shadows and trapping thought, 
in punctured sails. 
Petals dissolve; gather as pulp at the base 
Of my heart. Burgundy lines solid flesh. 
Empty beats crackle and echo through 
my hollow bones. Chalk that spends itself 
in continual lines. 
Thought, in tatters hanging from my brain, 
Is dry. Scorched by the flickering tongue 
Of the sun. Flames that fed on the fertile 
Fabric, spun from raw emotion. 
Devoured the spark, 
halted production.


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Somebody's Daughter

She was a bundle of fear walking down the street
With the memory of yesterday sill fresh in her feet
She remembers her Mother begging her one day
Sweetheart, Please don't let the life carry you away
The whole world awaited so she took a chance
Lost so deeply in the fire of his cold romance
Tonight you'll find her back out on the street
Somebody's daughter is now somebody's meat
Turning tricks for a fix a simple solution
Filling her soul up with pollution
Sometimes in the life miracles are found
As somebody's daughter walks through the town
After walking all night she was tired and sore
As somebody's daughter knocks on the door
Her dad opens the door with the biggest of grins
Wraps her up in his arms and welcomes her in
He promised her later they would talk for awhile
As he tucks her to bed with a big smile
He looked at his baby with a tear in his eye
Went back to his room and proceeded to get high
See for her daddies habit she had to hoe
Thats what addiction does to the soul
Next day she found him dead in his room
Right there beside him, his needle and spoon
Her mother took her home the very next day
No more of her soul will she have to pay
Trading death for freedom a simple solution
As hell gets offered a little more pollution



© 2007 Michael Jordan
All Rights Reserved


Details | I do not know? | |

Shell Casings

There is a land somewhere
The place is lifeless

And realizing, by this sight
One finds life to be priceless

At times there will be
Extraordinary disputes
Between nations of which
Own armys of repute

These armed forces posses
Warriors and machines
having powers we, may only guess


As these titans clash
Over reasons they not know
Warriors fall
Over reasons they have yet to be shown


All that is left
On the surface of this land
Are empty shell casings
And spots colored red
 where our hero’s have bled


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Sadam No More { Alliteration}

                                      Bombs bursting bunkers beds
                                       Sadam suddenly soils shorts
                                       Army Airforce Alies Allegence
                                    Condem Country's Crooked Coward









Send Our Troops Home
               Now


           Go U.S.A.
              Hu Ra


Details | Free verse | |

Useless Empire

There they sit
making believe a piece of paper
gives you immunity and makes you holy
God hae you the world
you spit it back in his son's face
like you built the empire with your own hands
you damn a man for not bieng educated
you laugh at the working man
God forbid if you have to work for a dolllar
given the world, you want more
living off your parents
like the scum you are
partying everyday, sitting around and wasting away
beer bottles, drunks, bisexual orgies
the Roman Empire is alive and well in L.A.
forgive my eyes for seeing the truth
I'm the cabdriver looking through the rearview mirror
I'm watching the scum and sleaze move about
I'm wiping the blood off the back seat
I sit and watch as the thrash piles up
I see a woman, she believes she is happy
praising her friends and family 
like the god and goddesses they are not
i see her stepdad sleazing about 
seeing other women who are not his wife
unfaithul and uncaring, he yells at his wife
believing the noise will drown out reason
all the education and borrowed money in the world
doesn't change the fact he is useless and disgusting
money and education don't hide the truth
my eyes don't see in vien
despite the pain
I know now, the woman I once loved
is just another useless pile of thrash
forgive me for working for my dollar
I'm just human, trying be myself
I don't want to be piled up with the other thrash


Details | I do not know? | |

STATISTIC

I was born, PLUS ONE.

I am a girl, PLUS ONE.

I am Asian Indian, PLUS ONE.

I was an Orphan, PLUS ONE.

I have Polio, PLUS ONE.

I wear a Leg Brace, PLUS ONE.

I was Adopted, PLUS ONE.

I Inherited an American Family, PLUS ONE.

I Lived on an American Farm, PLUS ONE.

I became an American Citizen, PLUS ONE.

I became Educated, PLUS ONE.

I attended College, PLUS ONE.

I wore Reading Glasses, PLUS ONE.

I Loved, PLUS ONE.

I Married, PLUS ONE.

I Divorced, PLUS ONE.

I Lost Love, PLUS ONE.

I had a Herniated Disc, PLUS ONE.

I had Corrective Surgery, PLUS ONE.

I wore a Back Brace, PLUS ONE.

I Lived in Las Vegas, PLUS ONE.

I was Unemployed, PLUS ONE.

I am Unemployed, PLUS ONE.

I Receive Governmental Assistance, PLUS ONE.

I was a Housewife, PLUS ONE.

I am Still a Housewife, PLUS ONE.

I had a Cat, PLUS ONE.

I Love Dogs, PLUS ONE.

I have Owned Three Dogs, PLUS ONE.

I am involved in Physical Therapy, PLUS ONE.

I wish to be a Writer, PLUS ONE.

I am an American, PLUS ONE.

I am not Religious, PLUS ONE.

I Vote, PLUS ONE.

I, I, & I.

WE ARE BORN, WE BECOME A STATISTIC.

WE LIVE, WE BECOME A STATISTIC.

WE DIE, WE REMAIN A STATISTIC.


Details | Bio | |

you 2

Lost and beautyfull little angel
Only I can see
Soon will be the time
than we will wined our selfs together is love and life


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Religions

Religions

The entire Budhist monk"s life is but a preperation,
For his Death Point or moment of seperation.

The Jains have santhara,
Quitting life consciously to join with the paramatma.

The hindus go into samadhi,
Where there is no Congress,Shiv Sena,BJP or Samajwadi.

The Christian merges with the holy spirit,
Peace no more desperate.

The sufi mystic to become one,
Dances,twirls,prays,trances to get the job done.

Aghora means illumined with light,
Longing for Shiva in whom they delight.

Shamanism or the art of ecstacy,
The ultimate being one with the super entity.

There is no need to change your faith,
And on your old religion lay a wreath.


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Survival of the fittest of Alberta(nov 10 2006)

Should my city have been treated like a hotel?
should someone have checked for the vacancy or no vacancy
before we let a bunch of rich people move in
to jack up our rental rates before Christmas
and send five thousand people homeless?
Should we have said sorry but no vacancy?
we have jobs...and we'll start from the ground up
you wanna live here then start working in the construction field to help with 
housing
then go for the big time of oil?

because obviously we didn't
just opened the doors
thousands of rich and poor and desperate flooded in in the summer
too stupid to realise the curse of the winter
no one saw coming
boomed all summer
then all the sudden the oil industry came crashing down
blind leading the blind
or should i say greed leading the blind?
and desperate and poor and those who once had a home...

so the rich from other countries who wanted things like healthcare
now live in our nice homes
and those who worked in the oil industry are looking for other jobs or welfare
and its winter
beautiful silent frost and icicles of blue line everything
and silence of dissent of puffs of cold air are seen but not heard

Should this city have been like  a hotel?
Should they have come to check in first?
see if we have residency?
and then maybe get a job building more homes for the winter like an ant, 
or any other animal does in the winter?
NO!
We all went for the money
Greed greed greed
now there is a shortage of homes
oil industry slowed down
huge major crisis
5000 in one small city wandering -20 below weather homeless
because we let too many people into our backyard....

Were they refugees?
Were they business owners?
all the homeless people i see and know are Caucasian
some victoms of drug abuse
and meanwhile the people from around the world live like kings
driving nice cars
living in the nice houses
about to experience a beautiful Christmas with 3000
frozen corpses sprinkling the ground

What do i have to say to the mayor?
What do we have for a bride here?
who is the lawyer when things turn out?
what asylum understands a twelve paged poem that drove me crazy i'm waiting 
for word of mouth inspire them to read?

Thank you world for an army of homelessness in my own backyard
of 5000 people
thank you for the mentally ill i know soo well
in political metaphors i'm about to lead
Thank you for the 700 people in jail cells praising me for my method of madness




Details | ABC | |

Into the Hands of the Beast: Life V.S. Death

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.


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As

Can you see
Can you feel 
Should you know what is
I know 
One day 
The world can change
The heart can lie
The heart will lie
WOULD YOU EVER KNOW NOW ....WHAT COULD I SAY 
I FEEL THAT YOUR WORDS ARE NOT WHAT YOU PRAY
STOP THIS NOW
STOP THIS NOW
You should have seen the world thats in front of you
All you think is not for me
But we are both in this same head
Show me the way
my world has sorounded you
only my world will change if you let it not be the same


Details | Free verse | |

Displaced

Displaced walking around alienated in this place, is evil a race? 
where am I from, where do I Belong, Is  this land my own?
 Leave me alone, on the borders I shout I Have a PASSPORT
between Israel and Jordan children hanging on their fathers shoulders
waiting to get home or what they call a home, brick walls cannot be found
a big tent refugee status, good grades I wish I had them,
couldn’t achieve  because there is no education facility on site,
UNRWA doing their part education in the well off mind is a start
but what is a start when your stomach is growling no money no ease in a 
sandwich? Easy that only comes once a week if they give it out. don’t forget your 
coupon for that, luxury in toast and a juice pack, waiting in line like a heard of 
animals waiting so your family isn’t famished you try you say  why, must my father 
get shot in the thigh why must I live on and my father die, I see limited light down 
that tunnel . .bouncing off a prism no luck no fortune, light I’ve been told will come 
soon,  potential I dreamt I had that fire that kept my mom alive how now what do I 
do or say but to pray this changes some day. I don’t ask for much just peace is 
enough.. a break a miniscule  amount that’s  enough, my temperature rising my 
patience dissolving awaiting my death and im not talking my grave im talking the 
day my soul dissipates away into the air no hope to spare living in this vacuum of 
life where land family  doesn’t matter twice I just want to feel get rid of this grief 
that reaps and rips at my ducts causing tears of blood to fall in the dust I cant I’ve 
had enough around the corner I see it my death awaits its not physical its 
emotional its hurt its pain oh wait its come im dying away I guess its time for 
another to feel the pain, i pity them its too much to bear I hope the next is stronger 
up their.. in the mind in the heart and all around they’ll make a difference I know 
ive just given up im weak and it’s the truth that projects across in speech in 
words in photos its an expression of mind I no longer have... to scream to yell to 
let out this anger out from inside, whatever  there’s no point it wont transfer into 
your mind into your heart into your wallet.. wallet? Too much pride to ask , my 
family were Hunters, fishers doctors you name it me bend down and ask you for 
favours? Now my mind is gone my pride is gone my agility Is gone now it’s the 
Dirty truth im alienated and robbed of my own soul in my goat hoofs.


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ARCHAIC HUMOUR

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.


Satish Verma


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Super Hero

  I'm super, i'm a hero but inside i'm broken like pieces of lead. 
  I'm magic, I have super powers but at night they don't keep me warm.
  I'm safe from all danger but that doesn't mean that i'm not afraid.
  Danger comes when it wants and sometimes I can't reflect pain.
  Because when i'm just me and i'm not hiding behind some disguise 
  it really becomes real to me and i'm not a fictional Character. 
  And what happens then when i'm inviable again and people don't
  see me as hero material, will I miss it? Will I miss this thrill of
  people thinking that i'm invincible? They could always count on me to
  be there when they fell, but what about when I fell? Was I even allowed
  to not do well. Was I always expected to come when they called? Was I
  that predictable? Did my disguise fool people into thinking that I was 
  immortal and that I had no feelings? But I just saved a baby from a burning
  building how can I not have emotions? I always question myself, where should I
  go who will be my next victim. Why can't life just settle? Why can't I not
  exist at all as a super hero anymore? Why should I always be the one to save
  you? Can't you save yourself and leave me alone so I can be who I really want 
  and that's me myself and I. 


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CITY OF STONES

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.


SATISH VERMA


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Seizures, Heart Attacks, And Dancing With The Dead Again

I.S.Y.N.

He's Back!!! Oyh....... Hello Soupers.... hope all is well, I bin' out diggin' up new 
material....and I hit da' modda' load.........Got enough for another 2000 writes, 
likely will be the weirdest, and funniest, I've ever produced, and I don't blame 
anyone who says I'm full of it, cause' I'd say the same.  This will take a week or 
so, and I may make more mistakes than usual, but I gotta excuse......All I'll say for 
now is the title nutshells it........Been traveling in weird worlds again....and I'm now 
deceased at least for my sixth time?  Maybe more..... We'll save that for 
later....some odd names may pop up on radar, cause all I did was sell soup (and,
of course, create the typical Tom mayhem and confusion, especially to the poor 
shrinks.   The kinder of you I'd request sent a "get better" or "sympathy" Email or 
card to The Vassar Brother's Medical Center Staff, esp., 3rd. floor, for all they've 
had to endure these last whatever days....poor bostards.....It's sad seeing grown 
men cry, etc.....but we'll leave the goodies till later, gotta sign in w Ms Rosie or I 
be dead agin' tomorrow.  So strap in, get the prozac ready, be prepared to 
suspend all beliefs, and all I can promise you, is what I promised them, I won't 
lie to you, and I won't bore you.  Take it from there.  Special hello to Ms. Sharon, 
hope all is well.   Later' dudes.....tom


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TRUST

Keep your friends close
But your enemies closer
Trust must be earned
You will learn as you grow older
On the outside 
Everything seems right
Then they hit you
Thieves in the night
Don’t give your trust
To everyone you meet
For if you do
You will be a victim of deceit
Remember at times
When you need a friend the most
Your friends may not really
Be all that close


Details | I do not know? | |

Lonely

             This morning I was fine until a couple of hours passed and I started 
to realize that my friends weren't going to be here. Each out with a cold, Some 
lame excuse... but me I came and here I sit and i'm lonely. No one to talk to 
during class, no one to complain to it's just me myself and I. I wish they wouldn't 
have deserted me this way because it makes me sad, now I have two more periods and 
I feel like I've been through hell. The ground isn't shaking and no one is spiting 
fire but without my crew to hang out with I feel like i'm about to expire. It's 
just how things are and I wish that it was different but I don't like to be 
individual being alone, is just what it is lonely. Eating lunch with the only girl 
who came... She can talk but not as well and some things she doesn't understand. 
But I will cope and I hope that they don't leave me like this again. Alone 
shuffling my feet and dragging my tail with no credit. I can get along just as me 
but it's not the same as being with the ones who understand you. It's not the same 
without that same familiarity. It's just not the same period. Two hours until I can 
finally leave I hope that it doesn't rain because I left my umbrella in another 
class and I can feel the drops falling on my forehead. Will I survive? Who knows 
i'm just lonely as anyone because my friends decided to stay home.


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ECHO

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.


SATISH VERMA


Details | Free verse | |

AlittleHell

 AlittleHell 
AlittleHell 
 
 
There is a lot of hell a coming there is no such thing as a little bitty of it the only 
way the eye can see then to avoid it is to proclaim the namme of Jesus the eye is 
fond to say it the choice that eye have made is clear to eye again eye way is cross 
eye way is blood eye way is GOD eye way is love eye try to tell the world so lost a 
little bit of GOD is better than a little hell a coming a little hell enjoin.


Details | Senryu | |

Rhymes Or Reasons

                                                         door opens
                                                      shots ring out
                                                no rhymes or reasons











In Loving Memory
           of
Northern Illinois Victims


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Few Days Ago

Few days ago, before he died,
He came to see me and discussed 
Hidden incidents of his life,
I didn’t feel he was tired.

In olden days, he mentioned,
Everyone likes to discuss,
And feels irritation,
When nobody shares his pain.

Few months ago, he was angry,
When he complains against his pain,
He was very nervous,
And abusing the waiting system.

I advised him to wait,
But he ignored to listen us,
He thought, money can serve better,
He went abroad for an operation.

Few weeks later, pain started again,
And he went for check up,
He was astonished to hear,
Doctors have removed his kidney.


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Consumption

Defined as a wasting of the body,
a 19th century term meaning t.b.
today its George speaking
in answer to how to support your country:
"Go Shopping"

Consume, consume
feed your fading democracy
in a wasting of the body politic .....
Mission Accomplished!
Speaks jumpsuited George
Now, just Go Shopping!

Blood and guts and gore
in an illconceived  war
while You seek more
and more and more
of things
by which to cling to the illusion
that you are free.

You're in a cell
just listening well
to Daddy George.
Just go straight 
to the store.


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A Best Treatment

Early in the Morning,
I rushedly wake up,
When I heard a loud noise,
Someone was at the door.
Look at your father,
Mum was totally terrified.
I ran up with my naked feet,
I felt as street was a piece of ice.
I jumped up stairs in a breath,
And check the heart beat of my dad.
Body was cooling down.
Hurrily, I jumped to the hospital.
Reported at the emergencies.
After two hours waiting,
Doctor has a normal check up
And discharged him immediately,
Dad still was complaining 
A pain was spreading into the belly.
I reported to his GP,
After five hours waiting,
He came to the evening,
When he examined to my dad,
Straight away he booked a bed,
Dad still was complaining 
Pain was getting worst
Nobody came to see him.
After four and half hours in a hospital,
A nurse came with an injection
As long as he pulled out her syringe,
Father was died straight away.
I got a death report,
A reason was mentioning,
He has heart attack. 
It was his first time,
He never went to a hospital.
Doctor spend other three hours
To conclude a reason of death,
When his heart was beating,
Nobody touched him.
I have it,
‘A best treatment of intellects’.


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We All Have A Dream

“Someday, you’ll be a lawyer, son
That’s what I dream you to be”, father said

“No! He’ll be a great sailor
It’s in our blood!” his brother yelled

As I looked at mom, I could sense
Her own dream for me, thou, not spoken

Sure, she wanted me to be a homme d’affaire
Just like her forefathers, great Chinese traders

As years passes by, I hear them
Dreaming, without even asking 

If, I’ve a dream, but the flick
Of time, interfered, without words 

They left, leaving me in a shelter of limbo
Thou, being alone, with no one to lead me

Still, I became what they had wished for
Now, I stare no more 

At the wall calendar, for I 
Got what I wanted to be…a word whisperer

I saw this….in my dream, when I was 
Still, struggling to walk ….in their footsteps



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A Man Learns

He was drinking a lot and smoking,
Wife and children tried to stop him,
He never listened to them,
Until he wasn’t advised by a doctor.

He had cancer, 
He was up-set about his new dreams, 
He cancelled a family holiday,
After his doctor’s advise.
 
Family again start to look after him,
Now he was on the bed,
And seeking everyone’s kind help,
He asks about everyone.

Asks about time and calls staff,
Over and over, asks about family members,
Now he was repeating to all,
A man learns after mistakes.

Don’t worry about me, 
It is a lesson that I always ignored,
You never forgot it,
Health is only a wealth.


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Chrissy's Home (Part I)

                             She stuck out like a lily among thorns, when she sprung up in 
the midst of the Baptist Student Union.  All eyes were on her, as she raised her 
hands and lifted up her eyes with her voice.  Chrissy signed and swayed in 
reverence and awe of God's presence.  Although some thought she was acting 
irreverently, I knew Jesus was the treasure of her heart and that He was pleased 
with her. 
                           Chrissy was one of the most unconventional Christians I met in 
college.  She wore snug faded blue jeans with the knees out and an over 
washed, green, sleeveless army shirt.  She was very petite and fair-skinned with 
thin cherry lips and rosy cheeks.  Her hair was long, brown and frizzy, usually 
worn in a ponytail and matched by her thick eyebrows haloing her innocent blue 
eyes, which lit up as she ran and bounced around campus barefoot.
                          Her feet were so cute and tiny; they took my breath away and made 
my heart pound, especially her right foot.  It was like lead on the gas pedal.  That 
tender child would become another woman behind the wheel, and I always felt 
as if I was in a centrifuge. 
                        Once, on our way to church, she was traveling 70 miles per hour 
around sharp curves and over unarmed railroad tracks.  All the way there, she 
was smiling that patented smile that had won the hearts of many and oscillating 
her head from side to side to the music, as the truck jerked from left to right and 
seemed to ride on two wheels.
                      My eyes were enlarged.  Apparently, Chrissy figured out that I was 
frightened when she noticed my locked jaw and gritting teeth; as my left hand 
clawed the cracked vinyl seat, my right gripped the armrest on the door.


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WITHOUT BARGAINING

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?



SATISH VERMA


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Now This Is Just Insane

From 5 to 8 pm
Pacific Standard Time
My life turned upside down
My sanity I couldn't find

My best friend died,
Adopted son lost some finger tips
My Great Aunt Georgina at 91
Is going into sugery...please don't slip

My house was full of agonising pain
Everyone running to me
I can't save everyone
But love will conquer thee

I shed my tears for hours
Doctors appointments galore
Traveling the highways
Insanity is about to be explored

I am Mother Teresa
To so many around
I get stronger with each obstacle
But will someone pick me up when I fall down


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TRACKS WERE OBLITERATED

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 
created hallucinations.
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.


SATISH VERMA


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Sleeping in Church

An upper chamber
Of many lights
Held the fellowship
Of disciples.
They broke bread
With a long-winded saint
Ready to depart
On the morrow.
Then a young man
Who sat in a window
Fell asleep
On the third story.
He sunk down low
Deep in his sleep
And fell sideways
From the third loft.
The long-winded preacher
Went down to the man
And fell on him
With an embrace.
He gave them comfort
That the man was alive
And went back up
To eat some bread.
He talked again
For a long time,
Until daybreak,
And then he departed.
They brought the young man
Back up to the gathering
Of many lights
In that upper room.

Acts 20:7-12


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success destroyed contained

success of it could of been his
the one and only never here
always around but never near
breathe of wisdom 

conspiracy was always against
hating him for his words
screeching at him like birds
unfortunate tragedy

unlucky to be what he was
perfect in every way
dreaming of success one day
discriminating for his wisdom

unfortunate to be perfect
rumors of hate spread around
pushing further towards the ground
punishing him for being smart

crushing his hopes and dreams
and they throw him to the floor
waiting until the torture is no more
bullying him because they can

the teachers see but do nothing
watching his spirit diminishing
bullies were left  punising
protecting the wrong person

parents on the bullies case
victims of him never survive
each day goes there lucky to be alive
destroyed diminished relinquished

shout scream and yelling
they laugh at his pain  
there is nothing to gain
but they do it anyway

success life love and money
was in his future and dreams
worse than anybody thought it seems
might as well took his life

troubled with no where to turn
pain flooded through his veins
slowly driving him insane
victims understandable destroyed and contained


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ANOTHER NAME FOR A CONDOM

ANOTHER NAME FOR A CONDOM IS A PROPHILACTIC
CONDOMS ARE MADE OF RUBBER NOT PLASTIC
CONDOMS ARE HANDLED WITH CARE AND EASE
CONDOMS ARE USED TO PREVENT DISEASE
LEARING ABOUT CONDOMS IS AN EDUCATION
CONDOMS ARE IMPORTANT IN ANY RELATION
CONDOMS ARE WHAT PEOPLE WEAR
PEOPLE WEAR CONDOMS IF THEY CARE
CONDOMS ARE BROUGHT OR GIVEN FREE
TO PROTECT PEOPLE LIKE YOU AND ME
CONDOMS ARE USED IN A DIFFERENT WAY
MEN AND WOMEN USE CONDOMS EVERYDAY
PEOPLE WEAR CONDOMS FOR A DIFFERENT REASON 
PEOPLE WEAR CONDOMS EVERY SEASON
PEOPLE WEAR CONDOMS FOR PEACE OF MIND
PEOPLE DON'T WEAR CONDOMS JUST TO BE KIND
CONDOMS PROTECT ANYONE LIFE
CONDOMS HELP PEOPLE AVOID STRIFE
CONDOMS ARE BEST FOR SEXUAL PROTECTION
CONDOMS ARE BEST TO PREVENT INFECTION


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Travelers

He entered through the gate that was big and wide
Onto a road that was broad and full of corruption,
But his way seemed right with the crowd at his side;
"It is not enough!" Grave and Fire cry in eruption,
Just as hell is never full; his eyes were never satisfied,
And having his senses dulled, he was lulled by seduction;
As a king with his army, he was stately in his stride,
But this path led him to an end of death and destruction.

Another entered through the Door that was small and strait
Onto a path that was narrow where his distinction was rife,
And his way seemed lonely with the Few who found the Gate;
Not lamenting for mourners or dancing for players of the fife,
The Book that's sweet to taste and bitter to the belly, he ate,
Which perfected and equiped him with a double-edged knife
For every work and wrestle as he walked toward his fate,
But the road he took led him to righteousness, honor and life.

Therefore, make every effort now to enter through the Narrow Door,
For many will seek to enter through it when it's closed by the Risen Jew.
Though they will knock and plead for an opening as it was heretofore,
They will be locked out, thrust into Outer Darkness with the evil they do,
Like those who wander out of the way of understanding and lore,
And they shall weep and gnash their teeth the moment they shall veiw
The forefathers and the prophets in God's kingdom forevermore,
But the multitudes seated within are those the Lord foreknew. 


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Tripping Out

over the rainbow
into the sky
mind over matter
up on a high,
heads are spinning
eyes are blurred
lights are flashing
voices heard.
mind is full 
of thoughts unreal
body unsteady
ready to keel. 
limbs are weak
balance is blind
left all senses
far behind.
Over the rainbow
into the sky
gone to far
left to die.


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In Memory...

As we sit down here to learn
I pray to God it’s not my turn
If someone should come to take our lives
Will anyone hear the screams and cries
So many lives so shortly lived
I wonder to myself   “just what gives?”
As time goes by some wounds may heal
But the scars we carry are all too real
The time has come to make a change
To stop the tragedies that seem so strange
A mother, a father, a daughter, a son
In the end who’s really won
To take a life and maybe your own
Some the reasons are really unknown
So when my time on earth here is done
I pray its not at the end  of a  gun


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Mr Rattighan (2004)

I wanted to study and you were the only one who gave me a chance 
You agreed at one glance
Other teachers said I would fail
And you believed that I would sail
 I knew my instincts were right 
But I had to go through a fight

You have taught me all I know
And I hold everything you gave me close 
You taught me to sail and row
And the day you went I froze.

Just before you passed away I told you that you were the best
You were always special to me and that will stay forever
And now I hope that you can peacefully rest


For my late teacher