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I Can Only Wish

I buried my boys today
Thirteen wasn't bad enough
What a pain in my heart
It's mine now, gone from them
They suffer no more

More than a hundred years
Barely seen half of that
I can only wish
Brothers to the very end
I can only wish

Love to take my boys out
Take them out all day
Take them to the running field
Run the while away
I can only wish

Love to buy my boat back
Buy it back all day
Wish I had my old boat
Wish I’d fish today
If I could only fish

Copyright © Mike Martin

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To My Rapist

           Fragment images illumined
                  A hostile sight of no mercy
           Found no escape, I was destined
                  A scheme of darkest scenery
                          Entrapped with hugs and kisses - sour
                          A final dot of final hour.

            If you have mercy set me free
                   Still a captive of disgrace
            A minor holding no degree
                    You wasted with a proudly face
                           How could you close the door and left me?
                           Thinking okay, ignoring my plea

             What a view to see you dying
                     A soulful music to my ears
              Is it really satisfying
                     When dignity's stolen with fears?
                            My life has been a poor attempt
                            To live away with your contempt.

Copyright © Arden Gopela

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My Son

As a tear runs down my cheek
the world might see me as weak.
But a pain that has no end
devours me day and night
until I feel spent,
useless, a candle without light.

Could I have done more?
Why didn't I dig to the core?
If only I made that last call
maybe I would have seen
his ultimate brick wall
How different things could have been.

But now is the hour to let go
Time to fight my own foe
allow him the peace and rest
Only has he forgone me
His sun setting in the west
a short while before my own will be.

Copyright © JP Hugo

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Ode to Joy Life Brings

                                         Ode to Joy Life Brings.
                                              By: Kitty Jones

The pain the sorrow
I’ll get over tomorrow
Oh what joy life brings.
Here today
Gone tomorrow
In my life there is no sorrow.
I try to be insensitive
To all you’re wants and needs
And when you have an open wound
I try to make you bleed.
What is hope?
What is laughter?
What is happily ever after
The pain the sorrow
I’ll get over tomorrow
Oh what joy life brings.

Copyright © kitty jones

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Ode to Humphrey

The"tail" I have to tell, starts off really sad.
My sweet doggie Murphy died and my heart, it hurt so bad.
Until one day in early spring, I got a call that made my heart sing!
There were some puppies born in Waco, the daddy -Jasper, and mommy- Juneau.
Four little boys, three little girls. But the picture of one boy, made my heart twirl!
So I waited for a week or two, to meet my little puppy-oh so new!
I named him Humphrey, such a handsome boy! He has brought  laughter back and oh what a joy! He's super cute, and very smart. Many would say, he's a work of art!
He's learning new tricks, and how to potty outside. So many rules to learn and abide!
Humphrey is growing so quickly, the puppy breath will soon disappear. He will be an adult in less than a year! Every stage of his life is a blessing from above. I guess that's the true meaning of what we call "puppy love".

Copyright © Meghan Palmer

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Ode to the people of Norway

Ode to the people of Norway Strophe O, the darkness has descended on a paradise Of Norway’s bounties of nature On the people living a quiet life Not concerned about the politics ever A drug addict, calling himself a warrior Taking pride of being a savior of Europe Unmindful of the death toll of the young Rejoicing in the tears falling from their eyes A Hitler has raised his ugly head up Polluting the minds of the old and the young. Antistrophe But trying to take a refuge to insanity Taking drugs to make himself efficient and awake Priding over to start war for years sixty Pleading not guilty to terrorism namesake Though confessing to bombing and rampage But remaining unaffected by what happened Thus his plea assures him of future court hearings By the attacks Norway is riveted with rage By Breivik’s paranoid writings stunned Hundreds thronged the courthouse proceedings. Epode With tears in their eyes people paid homage To the victims laying roses a few feet deep While the killer faces 21 years in prison The stiffest sentence can be given by a Norwegian judge His lawyer says the whole case suggests his client is insane The Royal couple consoled people and tears shed The prime minister called it a national tragedy And summed it up “evil can never defeat a nation” The killer may enjoy Halden, the luxurious jail in the world Where cells have flat TV and designer furniture facility.
+++++++++ * I wrote this poem two years back when the tragedy took place. Not posted anywhere Date 4-11-13 Dr. Ram Mehta Tenth Place win Contest: Ode (Old/new) poetry by SKAT Love

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta

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Soul Death


From hell shrivelled hands and voices in the chilly night make appearance
Hand and voices of evil ugly gory demons
Evil that torments the soul day and night
This is the story of Arusha
Arusha the woman possessed by legion
Legion of demons
Demons of promiscuity and self destruct
Powerful destruct that engages the soul
Her soul is in the grip of the power of darkness
Darkness a sanctum of hell
Oh Arusha how hell has swallowed your soul
Arusha’s soul has become a battle ground
I feel pity for Arusha as she often lets out demonic shrills
Shrills that sends chills down my spine
Remember the evil hands and voices of torment
Its torment called insanity
Insanity without cure
Arusha now is now a companion of cocaine
Cocaine I am sure you know it 
Its Satan’s concoction of dementia
Concoction that destroys the soul men
Men become slaves to the voices and hands of hell
As they seek the thrill of gothic
A potently evil thrill that kills the soul 
Sending the soul to eternal damnation
The story of Arusha ended in suicide
Suicide is a deceptive medicine for tormented souls
I wept for Arusha
Senseless weeping: it was too late
I was mortified when I discovered her lifeless body
A body once full of life
A soul so beautiful
Her soul is now eternally damned
                                             In peace may you rest Arusha

Copyright © felix gbemudu

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The silent song in Pere Lachaise

As I crossed the gravel way
Of chemim de la Geurite
Through dead leaves that fell astray
I dodged them in a wild mad spree
As I crossed the gravel way

As I climbed up the granite wall
Thick and cold and high
To the top, feeling small
I slid across the rim
As I climbed up the granite wall

Down the other side I went
Through coins strewn about
Through photos and through flowers spent
I slowly crawled along
And down the other side I went

There were people standing over me
People standing high
People with teary eyes did see
The writing on the wall
As there were people standing over me

And as I headed towards chemim Lebrun
I heard some people sing some old forgotten songs
Holding candles of whitish hue
Lamenting a man called Jim
As I headed towards chemim Lebrun

And as I rested for a while
In my house upon my back
I rested with a blissful smile
At the end of my shiny track
As I rested for a while

Copyright © Daniel Human

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History In A Black Robe

Waves of anticipated distance- cheerfulness and goodwill reasons to part quite enormous reflected in displayed emotions long hugs, passionate waves, incomplete smiles and contact exchanges. Queues and checkpoints, controls and duty free sales all activities winding up in a goodbye From the departure lounge, mothers with their kids walk fathers with uptight faces already anticipating the next business moves children in mental freedom roam and play singles, so direct in focus to the flight entry’s aisle unfortunately it’ll be an irreversible one and an exit with a permanent stamp. A calamity not even the tenders of coincidence anticipated a disaster totally human in occurrence forcing the Germanwings to get broken by a hand unwilling to perish alone. Exposure wasn’t enough to nurture a sense of humanity education was weak to pump water on a soil of love a hundred and fifty lives given to hades without cause or reason, just on a platter of Gold a well calculated crime beats the justification of a psychiatric malfunction resulting to an all-lose situation broken wings, lost lives and broken hearts as once again, history stands still in black robes for us all to say goodbye our friends and adieu to our beloved children

Copyright © Funom Makama

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Haste Makes Waste Ode to a Cyclist

No matter what I read
No matter what I said
The listener never stirred in bed
To all he just appeared quite dead
Eyes blank and always open
Not a word from him was spoken
Through tubes the young man would be fed
He never blinked
Just stared ahead
What more about him can be said
Two days ago he was to wed
No safety helmet on his head
His girlfriend held him by the waist
His motorbike zoomed off in haste
At break-neck speed they lost their luck
On the right they passed a truck
So what more can we say today
In this state he'll always stay
His lover now has walked away
So young she'll soon foreget the day
Another guy will soon appear
No longer will she shed a tear

Copyright © Gary Kraidman

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Contemporary Ode To A Mother Crying Out To Her Children

In the presence of all to see, her world turns
and runs red with the blood of her children:
Blood flowing like a wandering stream.

The bloated bellies of surviving youth
mock aborted pregnancies of liberty;
and her once luscious breasts now sag
in union with the sinking faces of lost hope.

Lost hope---disappearing like solitary 
ghost smoke of abandoned fires;
abandoned fires---dying in waning time.

Hollowed red eyes of fleeing lovers look backward
onto the wholeness of nothing---smiling death
sitting and waiting on the coming feast.

Though the heartbeat of hope struggles 
through the valleys of shadows of death, she
must yet believed that God has not forgotten her;

Indeed, it’s  yet believed that in the midst of the ethnic genocide
in her Dante-like hell, this wretched mother---clinging to time
and its history---will once again experience the restoration
of her Pan-African unity and great African glory.
A great glory of continental liberation
sown in the brave hearts and liberated minds 
of her children who---scattered throughout her lands
as well as in Diaspora---will eventually bring to fruition.

Remember, wherever you are, Mother Africa is;
and you’re indeed, her liberating children---
Umbilical bound to restore her collective glory.

Copyright © millard lowe

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A Requiem And A Love


And I knew before I met him,
That he would be the only one for me
And it would become clear a little too late
That our love would only be a story for the ages

I had always imagined how it would feel to be made king in his fortress
To have a foot stool to climb on before I reach the pedestal created for me
By the way he moulded his words like they were meant to become new clay on my body,
How with each syllable he would make fishers of men
Going out to pursue his purpose
Gathering up masses for his works
Then leaving them feeling great and grateful

How tender I imagined his touch to be
Those long thin fingers creating a web around my mortal person,
Like I would be alive forever in his embrace
As if if I curled up slightly more towards his heart,
I would get swallowed by his enigmatic soul
And find myself lost in that labyrinth of a mind
Discovering what it would be like to know the world from a celestial and anointed view
With my legs crossed as if meditating all the wondrous horizons from which his intellect existed
The clefts from whence his whims found solitude and reasoning
And I would discover a new high
Which would make me soar into the clouds
Never returning to the mind set of this earth...

I always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person
And missing out on all the opportunities life had to offer a man as magnificent as him
And in that way, I understood him
And I let him be
More than a figment of my imagination
Even though our first meeting was in death
And we would never nestle our love on a plane as imperfect as this earth
I let these thoughts linger,
And I loved him
And she loved him
And they loved him,
They will always love him.

Written for Clive Mashoko
Some words were taken from the letter by Jackie Kennedy to JFK
May his soul rest in eternal peace, and may he find shelter in the house of the Lord, forever. Amen.

Copyright © Danai Daisy

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Safeguarding- Open Sea Contest


In the blink of an eye
My world crumbled.
Catastrophe struck my life
Leaving me numb.

My soulmate, my childhood mate,
Whose shoulder I had oft wept on,
Who had remained steadfastly loyal,
Just vanished out of my life.

My soul mate loved sailing,
Always saying, 'The wind, my drifter,
Safer world it always leads me to',
Was defeated in his super adventure on the seas.

My soulmate, true to his name,
Was hard as a rock, forever true,
Eye or heart, what was purer, I know not,
No bone, no flesh, no tatter was traced.

I awakened once again from my reverie,
To realise nothing lasts forever,
We did not meet by chance,
It was pre-destined.

My soulmate, I shall wait till eternity
Till we meet again,
Or please patiently wait till I join you,
To safeguard the pearly gates of heaven.

( Two guards for pearly gates is better company 
and eases the boredom of scanty traffic! )

September 26, 2015
Contest: Open Sea
Sponsor: Chase Trevi

Copyright © Balveen Cheema