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for: ABC contest
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012
Alphabet Constructs 3 2 1
Annotated Achilles amends fallen frame amputees
Bulimec Barbies browse media monkey banalaties
Cameo clouds cling to beaded breath curios
Dopamine dreams dilenate check cash desires
Echo endorfins eulogize bullet brain excrement
Fecal folly fantasies reveal relevant frivoloties
Gonadial grownups gulp secret scrotal generosities
Helical hemorriods hinder senior stricken hemocraps
Idiotic ideals idioiosyncrate post partem iconoclasts
Jack Jill juxtapositories seek sexestential jouveniers
Kryptic killer kisses ascot arrogant kingdumbs
Liquid lipid loiners fear frontline lucklullibies
Malovent mommies masterbate rich reflective mommocules
Nevertheless nightengales nourich ruby rich noonbeams
Ovulatory occults outsource torrent tofu outrages
Pensive picses picnics lovelorny passions
Queer quiet quintensials release rancid quotients
Rape ripe residuals nullify nimble reprocussions
Silky seafoam silohouttes fornicate frothy sandlets
Tepid torch trilogies belie beligerent tourniquets
Useless utterences utilize organize orgasmic utopias
Venimous vixens violate cruel.com visions
White willow wombs softly seed hospice hell winds
XY XX xfactors envision extracurricular xraydoms
Yearning yoyo yesterdays calculate clearcovert yeilds
Zen zealous zions mirror maginfy Zoneotones
Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2013
Am from the backseats of mean streets
I got my eye aiming the Wall Street
They said education is the key
I wonder why they made it expensive for we,
Am sitting around hood rats,
Gangsters and Ex- prisoners
Sniffing, snatching, stuffing stuff
Mama expects a lawyer, a doctor, a mayor,
We are in the middle of a crisis
Am the original copy of a son-of-a-gun
I define the odds
I believe to break a law,
Is to make a road
You go east or west,
Home is still the best
But with a bullet in your chest
Don’t mess with these streets
They will give you a free ride to hell
Pot and crack do rounds all over,
It’s a mess,
I am needed, you are needed,
We are needy
We are in a man eat man generation
You either survive or succumb
There’s a billion ways to die,
It’s time for a change,
Change of perspectives,
Change of attitude,
Change of behavior
Let’s get out of our comfort zone,
Coz that’s what’s drowning us,
We need a change
Change for the better
It’s revolution time!!
Copyright © adam abdul | Year Posted 2014
You must follow
One who knows!
The chief end of life!
Where does it lie?
In the now!
In what does it lie?
That, may be a lie?
Copyright © oliver Okoli | Year Posted 2006
Crying none stop
A river full of tears
A pain in your heart like a heavy burden over your shou(we've heard you)
In your own funeral crying
Slowly committing suicide
Crying for help but you seem invisible
(we've heard you)
Slowly giving up on life
With nothing but tears in your eyes
You starve happiness
You sleep tears
(we've heard you)
We've heard you cry
We understand your tears
Dancing on the stage of sorrows
Voices whispering suicide
You have nothing but tears
Gave up on life voices in you speaks suicide
Problems higher than the mountain
Your life is a stormy sea
(we've heard you)
Doesn't mean if we don't help you now we didn't hear you
Oh no; we've heard you
You were Loud and clear
We just making plans
Waiting for the right time for the plane to land
(we've heard you)
Copyright © Xoliswa Maduna | Year Posted 2017
IT'S UNDERSTANDABLE WHY SOME OF US RUSH FRUITS LIKE APPLE, RIPE PAWPAW, MANGO, ORANGE AND MANY MORE.
WHAT I DON'T GET IS WHY FEW OF US STILL CAN'T DETATCH OURSELVES FROM FRUITS LIKE LIME AND LEMON
DESPITE HOW STRICTLY SOUR THEY TASTE.
SAME APPLIES TO THE CHOICE OF FRIENDS WE KEEP.
EVEN WHEN FEW OF THEM MAKE US CRY IN THE CLOSET
WE STILL CANT LET GO OF THEM.
MYSTERY OF LIFE.
Copyright © Olufemi Oloye | Year Posted 2016
There was a girl who lived a secret life,
they said she only came out at night.
Gone in the day, so no one would see her face,
but she had no reason to be ashamed.
They called her the angel of the night,
beautiful face covered with moon light.
A young girl, so shy,
would be gone as soon as it got bright.
As soon as it grew silent,
as darkness fell,
this girl would come out,
everyone staring as if they were under a spell.
There she goes walking up the street,
everyone watching like its something they've never seen.
though people did wonder if it was just a dream,
they still looked out there window to see the same thing.
They called her the angel of the night beauty lit up by moon light.
Copyright © Rachael C | Year Posted 2006
WHO WERE THE PILGRIMS ?
Four hundred years ago high-born Brits sailed to America
Seeking fast fortunes, adventure and fame.
Many would never endure their first year here
Cultivating, foraging, and hunting game.
Arriving in Virginia they came ill-prepared
In search of gold and a route to the South Seas
What they found were hostile Indians,
Insects, starvation, and disease.
“Virginia is Earth’s only Paradise!”
The laureate of England would proclaim!”
However by August of 1607,
Every day there was anguish, and pain.
They ate their horses, dogs, cats and rats
One man ate his wife and hid her bones in the ground.
Despite their hardships, half managed to survive
Becoming America’s first permanent, English town .
THE FIRST THANKSGIVING
The Pilgrims held their first Thanksgiving
At Plymouth in October 1621.
The bitter winter of 1620, was over
With a loss of many father, mother, daughter or son.
Life for survivors was much better now
As a good harvest improved what was rationed
Settlers enjoyed good health and prosperity
As homes were raised from the logs they fashioned.
They walked unafraid and safely in the woods
For they had made peace with the Indians.
After the signing a long-lasting treaty
Natives and Pilgrims shared the land as friends.
Sending four men to shoot waterfowl and wild turkeys
The Pilgrims decreed a holiday of good fortune
A chief was invited who brought 90 braves
And five deer to increase the portion.
It was an open-air roast and festival
Held along the north bank of Town Brook.
Where there were games of skill, chance and dance
While everyone gorged on the feast they cooked.
From then on Thanksgiving spread through the colonies
Though each region chose its own date.
Till in 1789 President Washington proclaimed
November 26 a day to give thanks and celebrate.
The theme of Thanksgiving has always been the same.
Though its date has changed many times.
A day for giving and remembering the less fortunate
Expressing thankfulness with our prayers, hearts and minds.
It is our duty as a nation to acknowledge providence
Of Almighty God, and to obey his will.
To be grateful for his blessings, and protection
As we humbly partake in the tables we fill.
Copyright © Tom Zart | Year Posted 2007
No words ever spoken
Scared the relationship will be broken
Their relationship with their love
Their relationship with their desired one
Deep down every ones seeking fun
Feelings arise as time goes by
Before you know it you catch each others eye
Playing it cool around the crew
Wishing you were alone just for a few
So many unspoken feelings in the air
Thinking life can be so unfair
Now finally you're both alone
And your both fully in the zone
Get so close you're lips almost touch
Something about tonight feels so right
You act on it quick and make the first move
Everything around you is a blur, yet
So many thoughts flowing through your head
If your man walks in you'll both be dead
Feels so right yet feels so wrong
Wishing this kiss would last very long
Don't want to be the first to pull away
Oh boy this made my day
Don't know when we'll have this opportunity again
Wishing he wasn't just my friend
A little spark turned into a flame
The feelings we have are the same
Everyone wants what they can't have
Your man can give you the world
But your desire for something new
Is the selfish coming out in you
Nothing is ever good enough
No one is ever satisfied
But this is reality...
Is anyone faithful or do they put on an act
Thats what they do as a matter of fact
Some till the end
Others get caught and then they fought
To start all over might be a blessing
Personally for me it was refreshing
Copyright © Alyssa Marie | Year Posted 2013
Allah, Brahma, Christ, Dionysus, Each Favorite God Has Inspirational Jazz Keeps Love Manageable. Nature Offers Presence Quite Remarkably Solid Teaching Undeniable Virtue Waxing X-ray's Yonder Zygotes.
Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2011
Even if the oceans become dry ...
And all the fish fly so high ...
Even if the wolves and the sheep ...
Together,eat,play then sleep .....
Even if the peace oneday can ...
Exist between satan and man ...
Even if the Christ returns to earth ...
Brings love and stops the death ...
Even if all these miracles or any ...
Nothing can change the man's destiny...
Copyright © Kadi Amine | Year Posted 2013
Am not a painter
But the picture is broken
With a maze background
Its shape, loop
In the pent house
This picture stands
The man inside melancholic
Though the setup fervent
To the novice fallacious
And spell binds many
Making the modest definition
The zenith of Hades
Color-flies the entire texture
That maroons the spear contrast
Benching a murky frame
Lights on, lights out
The close fastidious
And remains obnoxious
Copyright © Ediruma Edward Eric | Year Posted 2014
The moonlight brightens up the night
With all its strength and all its might
Nights so dark but moon so bright
It glows upon my house just right
When it's at its peak of height
That's when it is at its purest white
It is such a gorgeous sight
A sight to see
Just for me
Always got me wondering
I wonder about outer space
And how its such a beautiful place
Has so much history
Yet still a mystery
So much to explore
I want to learn more and more
Want to get down to it's core
I think about this at four
Four a.m. and I see the moon
As shines upon my house
And cast light throughout the world
Copyright © Alyssa Marie | Year Posted 2013
The attitude that means great scare
And birth sufferings we couldn't bear
Thank God he's sick, we pray he lacks care
Centuries of "didn't care" land us in misery we now wear
We didn't care if the well was not well
"Grant us a token to dine" the town's well is too expensive to make well
We didn't care if farmlands became bushy for we Stood at the mercy of crude that make us fat while slumbering
We didn't care to explore our bounty till crude lost face among peers
We didn't care if our products were messy
white groceries were on spots for cheap barter
We didn't care to snuggle our culture before westernization put us in oceanic soup
Our heritage is unmaintained because we didn't care
We didn't care to say NO till the we are made to have no choice
Public enjoyment in belly of few men because we didn't care
We didn't care from the start now our care means nothing, our tears finds no hope
We are where we are because WE DIDN'T CARE
Copyright © Adetunji Olanrewaju | Year Posted 2017
Remember That We Are BEAUTIFUL
As humans, we actively help others…ALTRUISTICALLY.
Benevolently relieving burdens pleasing…BIG-HEARTEDLY.
Celestial hoping rewards souls with inner strength's…CALM!
Divine inspirations amaze; its wonder delivers mountains of DELIGHTS.
Extraordinary and ordinary folks co-exist intrinsically…EQUAL.
Faithful followers of the inner voice, solve conflicts with…FAIRNESS.
Generous gifts of which the Creator deems us worthy generates…GOODNESS
Happily, we comfort our friends and show compassion, healing…HEARTS
Individual industriousness provides direction…INDELIBLY.
Justice, when hearing the errant, seeks not revenge… JOYOUSLY.
Karma, led by spiritual energy, directs paths through life…KISMET.
Long-suffering and persistence charm leads sinners to heaven's …LOVES!
Mysteries uncovered feed curiosity, making man smarter…MARVELS
Notwithstanding sacrifice, we do favors for friends…NECESSARILY.
Offering our allegiances, we defend our homelands…OBEDIENTLY.
People inspired, promulgate principals to live by…PEACEFULLY.
Questioning selves and reality in order to improve…(getting better) QUARELLESSING.
Remembering and respecting other's feelings and beliefs…REVERENCING
Steadfastly selecting supreme humility as a goodly option…SELFLESSLY!
Trusting many to choose right, we exemplify faith in mankind…TIRELESSLY.
Utopia as a goal, defended to the death, bravely seeks the right…UNENDINGLY.
Voices reaching out with good examples, void of hatred, overcome…VICTORIOUSLY.
We, the beautiful, care about the well being of others…WILLFULLY.
X-tra hopes, copious kindness, generous goodness, finds loves…XOXOX
Yearning for self-improvement through soul searching surrenders…YESTERDAYS.
Zealous living shines from within and befits us, beautiful mankind's ZENITH.
© Dane Smith-Johnsen
May 24, 2010
Poetic Form: Double ABC ...a touch of End Rhyme! (FUN!)
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010
I really do see Marilyn as a person who is a legend in her own time
She is beauty and glamore and that isn't a crime,
There was a lot of jealousy that surrounded her
But, most of the time it was all such a blurr,
Her life became much like a bad dream
Never knowing when or where she just might scream,
Marilyn to me was such a mystery
She never realized that she would make history,
Only she herself knows what is true and false
At 36 years of age she was gone and it was such a loss,
I hope she is happy where ever she may be
She was always so fragile that we just didn't see.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2014
Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015
if i had a dime for the same word i heard everyday
ID be able to pay my way
make me a place to call mines and stay
life would a living award
nothing would ever be hard
id have no regards
if i had a dime for every time i heard
id have enough to make me fly like a bird
enough to make me my own little words
and the best dinner ever served
Copyright © monica bradley | Year Posted 2015
Whirls and swirls
Drooling out a chime
Playing along the tined walls of my mind
Eyes in a twist brain in a knot
What I memorize is not what they recall
Think one can know me?
Look once more into my mind
Locks and docks
Stones and untamed bridges
knocking doors and screaming windows
All shatter once they are able
Everything goes without a second thought
In this darken blue mass of an object lost
Clouding storm circle like waiting sharks
My mind, my thoughts, my heart all go with no beat and no flow to follow
Copyright © Mint sha | Year Posted 2016
Dogs clearly possess it
Elephants care for young
Foxes protect their young kits
Giraffe’s calves are never shunned
But can they actually embrace them?
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Copyright © Stacy Stiles | Year Posted 2007
To watch the disk of life, illuminate
give birth to colors, hold dear
it speaks to my spirit, my implicate innate
there is nothing in this world to fear
each living tree three hundred year
each year all the more to contemplate
for we are kept alive by this warmth so clear
returning forever, every year a new slate
it does not judge, it bathes you in light.
But while I enjoy summer, others will fight.
Copyright © Lance Lawlor | Year Posted 2008
Copyright © Muhammad Abdullahi | Year Posted 2013
Starving cats shriek to a full, hopeless moon
The thick air drips with decay and rank ruin
Feral dogs scream, adding pain to the chorus
Extending an invite to those gone before us
Fred Astaire and Miss Rogers they clearly are not
As they stumble and scrabble up through Hadean rot
Their eyes wormy sockets, foul-toothed, dangling jaws
Macabre click-click-clicking sounds a hellish applause
Dry bones clack-clacking, grotesque, face to face,
Partner holds partner in hideous embrace
These skeletal dancers reek a rancid perfume
Unsure and undead, their lives re-resume
Their clattering waltz is relentless and jerky
As they dance to hell’s music, unrhythmic and murky
The conductor’s malevolent, ghoulish, reviled
His empty eyes glitter, black flames burning wild
Clarinets scrape the nighttime with fractals of silence
As violins offer melodies of mayhem and violence
Percussion and horns build a battlefield wall
‘Til there is no escape from the dead dancers’ ball
Copyright © Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson | Year Posted 2006
You love adventure and love to catch
a wildest being with your bare hands.
Amidst in a dangerous path
you are armored with a brave solid heart.
Chasing something you could be proud of
is an unmeasurable pride you could ever have.
Your spirit is boiling with courage
it is flaming upon your soul to take.
Born to haunt yet fated to be in the dark,
you are a silent hunter
wearing a mysterious mask...
Copyright © Evangeline Demate | Year Posted 2012
That dark place,
between what is real and what is not,
that look on his face,
that tells the story of his endless trot.
His mental state is unstable,
his sanity hanging on by a thread,
his is not willing, nor able,
to forget the dark thoughts in his head.
And that dark place,
with the thoughts that eat him away,
is an untouchable place,
that will always be in the way.
Copyright © Chris Hope | Year Posted 2015
the sound of
the day of
with all in
the gift of
as the pace
then the cry
of joy sets
of the day,
to lay her
tells of his
at the sight
of her child,
rise to her
Copyright © Ojie Utomi | Year Posted 2013
Their trying to tell you something,
It’s being shown on the screen,
It’s being told in music, ding ding,
But you were indoctrinated by thirteen.
Mtv shows you Masonic ritual,
Flashing symbols in your third eye,
Leave you in crisis, needing spiritual hospital,
You’ve had an overdose of an intoxicating lie!
It’s time to break the spell, turn off the T.V.
With all its degrading, intoxicated role models,
How anyone finds this acceptable for children, spent on me,
Maybe this is why society is fuelled by self gratifying morals.
Copyright © Lance Lawlor | Year Posted 2009
I saw my dream fly away like a bird that escaped my body.
It is dificult to touch something that can fly like a bird because dreams are born to
live free in the mind, as the birds to the skies.
You can see the dreams, but from the moment that you try to touch them they
disappear...just as the water disappears in the desert if you go close.
Don't try to taste the apple of paradise.
See it but don't touch it.
Because the dreams keep all the secrets and the magic of our lost paradise.
Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved
Copyright © Constantinos Grigoriadis | Year Posted 2008
The door opens rapidly
As you hear steps entering quitely
As you feel the cold sweat run down your spin
Your fingers all become nobe
Your breahtless as the tempature in the room drops
Your like are like water forzzen inside the ice
The steps move fowars as the stairs scream
Walking slowly to the top , it all stops
You hear driping , and lean close to the door
It's coming close to you
The door handel in your rooms
Starts to....Turn slowly
You want to yell , but it's to late
The door opens.....A little
Your heart pumps.....
Your eyes grow......
Holding you breath.....
Gripping your hand
The door...slams open
But there was
Copyright © Luis Salinas | Year Posted 2007
The human eye can see, 7 miles into the horizon.
All it will ever be, is full of mysteries and silence.
But I see much more, my eyes have a gift.
I see whats in store, what the horizon has within.
But to what surprise, did it really unfold?
What did it hide, that already wasnt told?
These "mysteries" only tell, what we dont except to be true.
Mankind has failed, in what we born to do.
I know all is lost, people are so blind.
Giving no thought, to the secrets they may find.
Im only a victom, we're all victoms in chains.
Pawns of this system, that snatch our right away.
I thought my will was strong, I thought I could prevail.
But I was wrong, needless to say I failed.
The horizon is harsh, the only entity that slays lies.
My mind is ripped apart, but theres now truth in my eyes.
Copyright © Charles Jefferson | Year Posted 2012
Mystery of mind
Mystery of mind
No one can find
King or beggar has same kind
Why doesn’t it remind
Sometime it emerges
But sometime it emerges
Nothing to find
Mystery of mind
Of how many kinds
God creates same kind
Being possess different mind
Some become beggars
Who lose their mind
Some become bigger
Who cast their mind
Mind is every where
Indians have mind
Americans have same kind
They reach fine to thrive
We struggle to exist
Someone took into task
Due to his loose mind
Someone earn praise
Due to his use of mind.
By Mr. P. Ingole, PGT (Eng)
Copyright © PANNALAL INGOLE | Year Posted 2015