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Mathematics

Mental stretching, the required sacrifice
Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division
To all exercises, these four are the basics
Hell on paper but sweet in its understanding
Equations and formula, serving as raw products
Mastering the existence of numbers to gain its wisdom
Arithmetics also in a graphical representation
Then its technicalities in shapes and planes
Into life's activities, these applications silently integrate
Calculation of numbers and expressions
Sum up all problems via solutions to an answer.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016

Details | Epic | |

The Truth Room

Come with me my Brother,
to a secret place where Light and Shadow line the face with fear and grace,
leave sophmoric style, wry smile and sly bile on the road of your forgotten mile,
sick sarcasm is the symptom of envy, a pet to your heart destroyer,
such artifice and malice have no language in this room of roasted dreams,

Enter through the damaged door, touch the destruction of vandals,
you have never been here before, where gold blood cuts the floor,
do you see how the walls move like squalls at our approach,
feel how they tell stories with the sensations of defeat, anxiety, impropriety,
in here we witness a collection of seperate yet synthesized segments of Self,
childhood torment, shallow manhood, virility limp as stolen victory,
underachievement, the underbelly of your arrogance, flacid like placid passion,

We journey further into this gallery of emotional gallows
smelt by the hurt of innumerable adavances
repelled by the demands of Quality,
you will writhe wildly
from the harrowing healing leeching into your concepts of self control,
graceful in absorbtion of Truth's attrition,
fruitless ambition shall now cling as cleaving contrition,
your face Brother, look long into the shimmer of sorrow become the old,
tattooed you are like a snake's skin checkered and beautiful
with scaled episodes of submission and aggression, dying to be Divine,
I want you to know that there is no exit of ease from this place Brother,
we trek within your very Soul,
this is the home and harbor of everything you've decided to be,
there are other rooms here, some of joy and some of strife,
but you leave not the Truth Room of your anger
until the Light finds no fault in your intention -

J.A.B.

Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2014

Details | Couplet | |

The Leader Bunny

All the little bunnies were lined up for a race. Why, you may ask?
Because the dear old Leader Bunny was stepping down with grace.
He had led the others for years without disgrace, in all pursuits.
He was their advisor, friend, and confidant... solver of disputes.
Such a lofty position was dearly sought by all…from all around.
But he could pick only one to wear that lofty, wonderful crown.
So a race was determined to quickly resolve, the question therein.
And a lovely little laurel crown was offered, to the one who did win.

Now many strategies to win emerged from within the race.
The most common was the notion to set the fastest pace…
A few would use tricks that might hurt, in order to slow others down.
A few were mean, for they wanted the power that comes with the crown.
Two were clever and would catapult each other at the very end.
A few just practiced running to gain the added stamina needed to win.
Only one little rabbit found shoes for the poor, for it was a rocky trail.
And when the race began he helped those hurt in the prevail.

Now the dear old leader had never actually worn a laurel crown.
His had been symbolic; his works had brought him his renown.
When the Leader Bunny gave the laurel crown to he who won the race…
Only a few were surprised, when the little helper won the Leader’s grace…
Though some would go on to complain because he had come in last…
It truly takes someone who knows how to serve, to lead and guide the rest.
But my moral to this story is that…. Regardless what some may think…
It takes compassion to correctly lead…and sometimes the last can be the best…


Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

I'm Your King

A burst of white light gamma rays, overbearing a flash of brilliance burns through to my soul everything is like hell the world starts to melt in the blink of an eye just the cold blackness of night I don't care if I am not again what I once was, for at this moment I am greater now than ever before I took the path between teetering, tight roping walking right up to my right divined in my unholy state I thought I told you I am your king still you sit there, hesitating I know you hate me what does that mean? I hate just about everything still I'm chosen I did not wish before now bow down to me refuse me no more for I shall always be your demon until you accept me as your King. I don't even know you though you say we used to be best of friends, you and me the day you ditched me I remember now exactly how it played out back when we were just tiny things even back then I still was King you thought me stupid just a ruse I would laugh inside, you see? not one of you single, mean people ever even knew me in a world, mostly seen to me that is why only I can be your true King and bring forth a new source of light everlasting. As two worlds collide slowly aligned one wrapped in shadows one bathed in white evils swirling in the clouds above I'll always be the king you love to hate or despise as in your blood I thought I told you, I am the one I am the way, the way out shall be shown breathe in my spirit as it carries you away breathe in my faith it shall carry your empty space and deposit you gently on a cloud just enough higher than you've ever dreamed of for I am king now, and your in my hell your in my imagination, I'll just never tell you'll feel as though dreaming, you'll feel now if you try and see you were always found the most shared in the light cast upon me the last bright star in heaven. Denounce my name, if you may One year later, still not afraid A black sheep, a darkened spade That's just life, I'm not right I'm in the wrong, follow along Like a piper, I'll pitch a song Mesmerized, the weak wills sing I thought he told you, he's still our king.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2011

Details | Ode | |

Reserved but Cannot be Forgotten

A blessed soil which perspires cashews and coughs out black pepper, its global banner of rice is raised so high which is only beaten by one. Specializing in the juices of the commonest limbless reptile with cuisines highly recommended by the parliaments of health. From dragons to birds; the turtle to the horse; the minds of its people have well been bonded to these, making historians marvel at which exactly helped in denting the American military pride.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

NOW I UNLEASH WITH RUM RAGE

You see I had lots of respect

NOW you are begging for attention 
and a reality check, so try me,
Try me like satan tried jesus,

Your trying to unleash all that steam 
but you only sound like a tea kettle, 
you claim to be the rock of Gibraltar 
but your only a pebble, 

didn't your mother tell you not to play with fire, 
now I must burn you for pulling this dragons tale ,
no one wants to hear your fairy tale, its very frail, 
you can speak and speak until your face is pale 
but flattering your self with your words is of no avail. 

Keep checking your mail because karma is on it way,
I hope you can eat all that is on your tray, and when you 
stuffed with your own hatred ,I hope you get on you knees
and pray, not every thing in life can go your way,

didn't history teach you that 
dictating,
manipulating,
belittling,
lack of peace making,
heart breaking,
lack of loyalty,
unjust, 
disrespect,
neglect,
self indulgence 
hatred
lies
and bias
is not the way, 
well I am going to teach you today 

Adolf hitler ,
Maximilion,
Malcom x,
Martin luther king,
Rosa parks,
Allen Ginsberg,
Jesus Christ,
the little rock nine,
Mahatma Gandhi,
Fredrick Douglas,
Harriet Tubman,
Rodney King,
Elie Wiesel, 
Sean Bell,

DOES any of this ring a BELL,
or your self you continue to smell,
are you still under the devils spell,
how DARE  you be unjust,
teaching a child like you is a must. 
Your whole approach and appearance is stale,
but HEY 
I guess you don't see that 
because a donkey can't see its tail.

Copyright © Elliott Bowe THe DrUnKeN POeT | Year Posted 2012

Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: II

Invisible chap
Bearded egomaniac
Probably not real

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Burlesque | |

DECISION TIMEFLAME

Too early
At least timely
Maybe too late

Copyright © chipepo lwele | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

A frog like me

When Fancy`s Fairy barefooted runs in the happy green, 
The blond bees dance near honey comb in New Jersey…
One Ocean distance to lie in daily gray and self mercy:
This butterfly lost the way of Brasil Carnival just seen

In virtual  3D in the last movie of the “generation mall”
At the European new poles beyond the old courtain.
The goldfish .jpg ,pdf , new prezi in chatrooms mentain
Virtual people looking for exotic food, forgot the call.

Beyond pictures.jpg, new projects.prezi kept in leptop,
Postmodern hermeneutics of love lost the compass
And compassion in this aquarium whose ocean may pass 
All in those proclaimed Mayas last days ,they will  stop.

Staying on the large yellow water lily, a frog like me
Is fascinated by the ocean of your eyes and their swords.
 I Goggle out at the little crumbs of bread and words
As thrown by the good visitors of the small lake free.
 
“Your bread is dry and dull: You are not good for Soup!”
I wanted to share the dinner with my noble neighbor:
A reddish tortoise stopped near my poetical harbor.
I know. I know I don`t live in Galapagos with your group.

Defiant white and red beets wait on the table` bands;
Horse radishes with invisible pricking javelin, vinegar,
Turkey, salad decorated with sweet basil, potatoes eager.
Family, Trinity, prayers, smiles, candles shaking hands.

Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry | |

The Job Interview

The HR person called me in… I was turning gray… Was he even twenty-one?
I wondered if the interview would go well, as he did fung shui the chairs around.
Offered a caramel expresso mocha late decaf, I told him I took my coffee black.
Alas my friend, it got progressively worse, this: our proverbial generational gap.

He asked me to explain, how I’d be the best personnel fit, for this illustrious job.
Ah! Experience I had in abounds, as I pulled out a 100-page resume, neatly bound.
That question, had me off and running, but I knew, I was in some trouble when…
I saw his eyes glaze over, and he ask me, ‘Have we made it into space yet?’

He smirked, when he ask, about ‘Recent’ applicable education, in the last 5 years.
I condensed my course certifications till he nearly fell off, his crazy chair, my dear!
He ask the projects worked on, unfortunately, all were government secret classified. 
So I added some of the numerous skills, that had been applied, till he almost cried.

I started with the job descriptions, but he didn’t like… that the names were so long.
And the abbreviations normally used, in this line of work, almost blew his mind.
Though I also got the feeling, he may have thought that I’d finally, lost mine, since…
My accomplishments had scads of stuff he’d never, ever, be able to comprehend...

You know, ‘things’ about the job, HR doesn’t care about or bother to be clued in.
Luckily all was saved, before the interviewers’ jaw, hit the floor around his chair.
Using a power point presentation, illustrations appeared, giving him a better clue.
I even gave him a burned DVD, set to the music of  ‘Live Free or Die Hard’, too.

He ask about items, he’d never heard of, you know, from way before he was born.
But got the feeling he’d be more attentive, talking about a computer game going on.
I didn’t lie about a thing, it’s not my fault some Companies are now closed down!
But I felt things were somewhat a success, as security finally came to lead me out…

Unfortunately, in the end, they hired a young one, and I couldn’t understand why.
He was a quiet, little, studious kid, who didn’t say a thing, but had stars in his eyes.
He didn’t understand any of the work involved, but his pay would be next to none.
But that's whom they got: until that company closed for work that couldn’t be done.

All because the HR Department didn't help them get the workers they did need.
I became self-employed, developing computer games, all the rage! Oh So Sweet!
Yes, I became a millionaire, with my own company, without HR, anywhere seen!
Now, we develop rockets to go into space, where I felt, that HR person should be.

Dedicated to all those Middle aged people stressed out after looking for a job.
Wife and Hubby Collaboration

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2013

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I Don't Hate America

I Don’t Hate America

I like the country I live in
That doesn’t mean I have to sing their songs
to prove that sh@!.
That doesn't mean that 
I can just can’t get over the fact that
they murdered the people who built it
 
America was dedicated to a proposition that
“all men are created equal, except
for women, indians and blacks

The white men were just fine is what we were told 
but what about those who were stolen that never made it over to NEW WORLD?
The ones that were thrown overboard and
those who died from sickness while in transport

Remember those who were born into slavery and never even knew what freedom was before their physical bodies left
and people like Thomas Jefferson
He understood that slavery was wrong but did not free his own until his death
What about those who beaten senseless and burned, and hanged,  
All while screaming “Nigger" What’s your new name?
Oh how soon do we forget…
That’s why I despise that word and
I don’t care who it is that uses it
#u$k that slavery sh@!
And #u$k that flag b@%ch!
#u$k you America because you’ve always made things hard .
So don’t look at me strange when I show those songs disregard and those fake ass patriotic undertones about how we are the land of the free
more like the land of the captured and the Home of the Slaves, see

I don’t’ hate America
I can be and do and go as I please
But, then I remember the poor people they injected with disease 
They thought they were getting free health care but the doctor is giving them syphilis 
Please! 

I remember the natives of this land
They slaughtered and labored them to work for freedom in their own land 

I remember the Civil War 
where we were a country divided by the Mason Dixon Line
The north and the south of the same country at war to save lives
 
I don’t hate America
This is my home 
But I refuse to let the things that 
my ancestors endured during the struggle of building SUCH A FINE COUNTRY be forgotten
It’s 2012 and the politicians still plottin to find a way to take away the black vote 
It’s the same shit, but now they just don’t use the noose to choke the life out of souls  
I’m so tired of the constitution and it’s loop holes, and amendments, and acts, and laws
This just proves that man can’t govern themselves because even with all these rules we constantly fall into the black hole deeper and deeper
I don’t hate America
I just choose to not take part in its little song and dance
I pledge my allegiance to God 
and continue to write and lose myself in my poetic trans 

Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Once Upon a Time

Livelihood is in clothing but deprived of its sleeves sustenance never recognizing a path to stability and regularity basic needs tripling into an extended family. Yet I survived. Some long time ago, just any cover above the head was enough and satisfactory. Hustling creates a rare climbing route while givers of admiration aren’t ready to loan it. Yet I pressed on. Great substance has now magnified such identity popularity then serves a mind so ‘hand-some’ red carpets, shots and flashes, escort volunteers sycophants in suits, money-made friends and currency mongers. The lard labour prior to this victory, no one remembers. Life is one, but a meaningful one is immortal any mark can be erased but a stamp stays permanent in a heterogeneous world both graceful and diabolic wealth just adds a number to a ringing name but a hand of great influence attracts the worship of future generations.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

I am that I am not

Art rejoices through my special handy exhibition but a parent’s call for a prestigious profession makes me freeze. I’m simple with a mind so soft and a hand so helpful siblings dive into the pool with liberty to put my charity to a tease. My happiness, my pride, my life and my child, out of wed luck, she exists but religion demands I call her niece. The path to greatness and narrow road to this high placement has been solo but now a baptized celebrity to manage so many friends like bees. Enjoying what I had sweat for with the liberty to be cheerful or not, refusing the society’s wish to give half of that, tags me with a moral disease. Not conforming to the luxurious flaunting of the class of my colleagues condemns me to a foul-smelling stain in the brotherhood like feces. A constantly smiling boss, so gentle and understanding uncharacteristic freedom, my subordinates disrespectfully request a lease. Living up to the standard of the public, I always try to please, it’s so tiring and fatal with the media in possession of my keys. Negotiating a diversion to the demands of the environment subjects me into a suitable slave for the satisfaction of others. I extract my mind, limbs and heart in philanthropic donation what then would be left is worn out remnants of slaughtered geese. Selfishness is a good control mechanism in a crude world of opportunists I’ll use that to protect my happiness, loyalties and peace.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Beach

swishwhirling
sand burns on the skin but you
find relief nearby

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Black Africa Still In Chains

Its creation’s simplicity still stands as a difficult puzzle head is twisted backwards while in a forward motion still looking behind at the chronicles of some centuries ago long before the infiltration of Christian missionaries and Arab traders is the exact factor making its existence seemingly complex. Foreign politics and faiths both adopted, have tied it with the ropes of inferiority systematically indoctrinated to condemn its history, personality and civilization, while grabbing other languages and cultures so dearly to the point of blindly pushed into Anarchy. The modern world is on a high speed, excuses of the west’s exploitations to build their civilizations are noisy complaints and already cliched. Small islands with no natural resources as Singapore; the awe of the miracle of the Han River portrayed by south Korea and the magical performance of India in information technology are evidences of old colonies beating their colonizers in some phases of development. From Abuja to Addis Ababa, Khartounm to Kigali, no Caucasian is seen, staying in charge of its state houses but to give reasons to its mediocrity and indifference, conspiracy theories and neo-imperialism twaddle are coined. All these, just complications of a chronic low self esteem but unfortunately manifesting at a time it should be confident in the chaotic universe of western imperialism, Christian materialism and Arab expansionism.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015

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.

Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode | |

Pearl Of Africa

A Winston churchill’s declaration to a tiny nation situated in the dark continent due to its magnificence and sight capturing habitat only matched by the electrifying effect of its hospitality. A country where wealth has long made a short call and yet to return to where it is needed. Starvation on Boda-bodas, perambulating across its communities as a longing for good life is never satisfied. Yet happiness supersedes lack on a nation which is tree loving; a global competitor in Bananas, pineapples and Avocados and a home to extinction-kissing Gorillas. Satisfaction from pan fried grasshoppers equates the appetizing feel of Italian pizzas and Turkish Donas. Gender division of labour quite one-sided where men are roof installers and women, the actual builders. No wonder, female engineers and contractors have long attracted the norm in a society which is in love with Bicycles and buttoned by a twin dry seasons. Bwindi and Mhahinga are major game reserves but its stand out feature so unique is the simple fact it’s the youngest country in the globe with one in every two, fourteen or below.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Smoking In The Boys Room

You give into peer pressure and hesitantly cut class, 
So you can smoke cancer sticks and,
Get high in the school bathroom with, 
Five other boys that are your so called friends,
A security guard smells the cigarette smoke and, 
Chases you out of the bathroom and down the hall,
Everyone gathers at the classroom windows to watch, 
As eight more guards join in on the chase,
You run up and down the halls all the way to the eighth floor,
Quickly you hide in a supply closet as the guards turn the corner and run past,
Once the coast is clear you sneak back downstairs to the first floor,
Unwittingly you stop to talk to a girl,
In doing so the guards spot you on the cameras and give chase once again,
Unsuspecting you are rushed at by a guard and tackled,
Soon after all of the other guards pile on top,
All the while the girl you were talking to watches in amazement as you're,
Hauled off in flex cuffs to the principals office,
You sit in silence as the principal yells at you and,
Gives you three weeks of detention,
All the while you never knew that a fellow student recorded the whole ordeal,
And posted it on youtube under the name, 
"kid gives school security guards a run for their money" 
Which has already been viewed over three million times in the last five minutes,
You don't know it yet but you just went from being a nobody,
To a five star bad boy,

Copyright © DaQuan Bowrin | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku | |

God's Discipline

God's criticism towards our life 
Is like a father-&-son relationship
-- he disciplines us well with peace

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse | |

Pledge Of Allegiance, Revisited

I Pledge Allegiance
a solemn vow of obedience, from the earliest age of grievance,
when found deliverance, one people, united against tyranny and intolerance,
become the model of democracy and toleration

To The Flag
the symbol of once colonization come together in celebration,
a new unconquerable nation, a successful castration,
of oppression and dictation

Of The United States Of America
a conglomeration of peoples form one nation,
13 colonies a single relation, one voice, one oration,
tread on me, expect retaliation

And To The Republic
a democracy, its creation, the Constitution, its foundation,
agreeable to all  in origination, fiercely guarded against demolition,
militarization, and impregnation, over all these years, still on station
 
For Which It Stands
the protector of all oppressed lands, the world over she lends a hand,
her signature, her blood, in foreign sand

One Nation
from sea to sea, whether rich or poor, some vocal, others, chose to ignore,
those who guard the shore, those who knock on heavens door,
one nation, esprit de corps

Under God
in a time when belief was strong, today, should not be wrong,
having been with us so very long, a few may sing a different song,
most will believe, as they have, all along

Indivisible
one, as a whole number, cannot be divided by any other,
many have tried under guise of brother, only to be denied by the mother

With Liberty And Justice For All
the means to end all oppression, infinitely wrong with transgression,
succession, regression, and repression along

Our Pledge of Allegiance
a pledge of a nation, a history profound, one indivisible number,
all it takes, to be no longer allowed




Copyright © Mac McGovern | Year Posted 2010

Details | Epic | |

My truth or your truth

     My truth or your truth
If you know of this
How could you know of that 
If you know the way 
How come you still got 
Questions 

My truth or your truth 
Show me who know all 
And I will assure you 
He know nothing 
For how can it be all known
When change is constant 

My truth or your truth 
My truth might be the problem
Of another man
Yet my truth still my truth 
For the less humanity today
We lack make my truth 
So dear as a light

My truth or your truth 
Civilise me not 
Teach me not of hate
Lead me not astray 
For in love is the truth I know 

My truth or your truth
You gave me your religion
You gave me your rules
You gave me your education
You gave me your principles
Yet you gave me not my freedom
And your truth am not suppose 
To follow all time 
For every one got an opinion
In this life I wish you let me be
For I have my mind
Not your truth.
 

Copyright © richard nnoli | Year Posted 2015

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

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2011

Details | Concrete | |

DISTURBED CREATURE- Am I

A poem wrote by me, based on Person who is a deserving icon but still struggling hard with his career life and addressed as disturbed creature.

DISTURBED CREATURE--> Am I ??       BY Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare

Am I so insane, Am I so mad,
Dramatic mood of mine is so die hard.
Destroyed my peace, Shattering my dreams,
People call me as disturbed creature.
As like mounting the pain, attenuating the drain!!

Digesting my feelings lying inside me,
Strangely nobody cared, call me sick.
Teasing me lavishly and my heart is pricked,
Hurted me like hell when addressed me as stupid.
As like showering rain, missing on the lane!!

Time lapse in journey of life,
Can hamper anybody on its path.
When I see innate reflex of mine,
I always use to brightly shine.
Though possessing every job attributes of mine,
I never thought the authorities will ditch and hamper my career line.
Falsely acting bloody swine, making my image as fade as wine.
As like affecting harmonious divine, my soul was, as is transparently pristine!!

Destroying me and testing my patience, Never wanna give up.
Transformed deviations, wanna rightly screw up.
I wanna raise up, I wanna shake up.
I wanna wake up, Tranquilize my mind.
Unzip the professional life compressed by the culprits.
Wanna explore myself, driving the motivated heights of journey.
Lastly waiting for the optimistic opportunity.
Cuffing the suspect ,I wanna rejoice by my pattern of life!! 

with Suyog Pagare

Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic | |

Dont Ascertain When You Dont Know

Self knowledge equated to the encyclopedia and perceived facts, products of personal reasoning the efficacy of thoughts should not be questioned and assumptions simply made real and absolute Typical of such a thought stamps on convictions that the banana and plantain are the same a superior race surely exist leg size has a great correlation with the male’s genital the measure of one’s success is solely factored in his accumulation of wealth and money is the root of all evil. This mindset can walk on hot coal just to prove these points Columbus was the first European to visit the Americas bulls are colour blind and bats are completely blind women are subordinates to men and a pure heart is one which covers its body from head to toe This mind can even tear its clothes to rags in displeasure to your opposition to issues such as Sydney is Australia’s capital the earth’s evolution is the cause of day and night Africa is a country and its inhabitants exchange morning greetings with the Lion and the Chimpanzee and Neil Armstrong is the first human to journey into out space Despite carrying the internet even to the dreams and having global captions mixed with daily breath assumptions such as these are nurtured religiously, with rigidity and military acceptance the biggest illiterate of the 21st century is one who cannot learn, unlearn and relearn so said Alvin Toffler, the Australian Educationist. Oh sorry! The American futurist

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015

Details | Bio | |

Solitude: To Yoda, An Ode

Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.

Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.

Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.

Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.

My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.

Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: VI

The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
Hence... circumcision?

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad | |

The Forgotten Ones

Forgotten somewhere in the midst of steel and concrete. 
Bound by shackles and chains even in our sleep. 
Living like wolves preying amongst lost sheep. 
Concrete tears and pains so mindfully deep. 

Forgotten by those on the outside. 
We cant even run no where, we cant even hide. 
No choice left but to sit and fight. 
In here only the strong minded survive. 
Truth be told in here what is wrong is right. 

All most os us got is wasted M&^*&F*^&&ng time. 
We sit back and work out and write heartfelt rhymes. 
Not to be a victim of prey we all trying. 
Many stories are told, songs are written of truth over lying. 

We are gone for the moment but not truly forgotten so the hurt we must not show it.
 We are to old while we young to be crying in front of full grown men for this is a time we must out grow it.
 There aint no way out this hell hole and we all know it. 
Feelings of hopelessness surrounds te heart to the point where we can no longer control it.
 
In here there is only time no fun. 
Darkness fills night no light shone in here from the sun. 
Only by our own selves we may be out done. 
BECAUSE IN HERE IT FEELS LIKE WE ARE TRULY THE FORGOTTEN ONES....

Copyright © Travis Lone Hill | Year Posted 2012

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Speedily Developing Through the Machines of Perseverance

A teenager with the expressions of a middle age individual is the wonder-creating characteristic of its accelerating growth. Dwelling in a land not presented with natural gifts; it still beat all odds to be a member of the Asian Tigers and a competing contributor to its domain’s prosperity. The birth place to the Toilet theme amusement park and a camp of makeup obsessed men. The fourteenth day of every month is set aside in romance’s banquet except that of the fourth month when mourning becomes love’s pirate. February is for young men, march, three times for the ladies. Prides in the globally acknowledged Boryeona Mud Festival and gives socialization a new countenance in the “hoesik” event, while new standards in robotic technology is climaxed as prison guards, patrols, anti-jelly fish squad and teachers actively exist through exciting artificial intelligence. A humiliating public ritual in a form of crime reenactment, personality stereotypes emanating from the different blood groups, a nationwide superstitious repugnance to the red ink; very cultured to even create a backlash on Bill Gates’ presidential handshake; typify a people coming a long way from a turbulent past. A territory of very bright and brainy students; the god of the LG, Hyundai and Samsung among others; and to the largest church in size and congregants in the world. It is the well preserved garden where plastic surgery strives all to show an amazing growth once heavily stunted, suffering a suppression entertained by the comfort ladies; somehow causing a perspective towards the rising sun to be similar to the swastika’s view by the Jews. Despite the Japanese colonization, soviet meddling and North Korean threats, it’s still showing mental strength to be the world’s 12th largest trading Nation.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015

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Coming From Where I'm From

Coming from where I’m from
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears


Coming from where I’m from
Every day is a battle to survive 
War is in session 
Right before our eyes

Each day we battle lessons
Just to be in the running for blessings
Coming from where I’m from
We move rapidly on missions

The dead is alive with every walk of the lifeless 
Limited income withholds wealth
The living is near death
Spirits are stripped of guilt

Coming from where I’m from
Deprived wealth
Creates bad health 
In occurrence to this 
Good feelings are killed


The worst gets exposed 
As times get worse
Financial situations become a disaster
No man on earth can rehearse
 
The world is broken
Hunger brings harm
Coming from where I’m from
Dictatorship is not fond

The environment brings the need to shoot
These activities loosens the roots
We’re grounded by values as thin as a pin
We lose ourselves at falling rates like bowling pens

No free passes
Prisons filled in masses
Separated by classes
Coming from where I’m from.


Copyright © Nate Spears | Year Posted 2013