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I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

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Know Thyself
(one of the two Delphic commands of Apollo)

For years before the narrow windows of my senses
                                                                       I stood,
Trying to pierce the nebulous world of outer reality,
                                                                   Hoping to find GOD,
One year was following the other but I was: 
                                                                 Still wondering,
                                                                          Still inquiring,
                                                                               Still demanding.

I was lost in the tenebrous world of materiality’s
While the true essence of things, evasive 
                                                           As ever,
Persistently escaped the grasp of my confused

Unable to see behind the impenetrable veil
                                                             Of Isis,
And disappointed with reason’s constant 
My impatient voice towards the starry heavens I lifted,
                                                                   Asking aloud:

              Where are Thee, oh LORD?

For I have been seeking for Thee so many years now,
But I have found Thee not!

I have kept my eyes wide-open in order to see,
As many colors of Thy creation as possible,
And not even for a moment have I shut them, 
For fear I missed Thy resplendent light,
But I saw Thee not!

I have kept my ears wide-open in order to hear
As many sounds of Thy creation as possible,
And not even for a second have I covered them up
For fear I missed Thy sacred voice,
But I heard Thee not!

I have kept my hands extended in order to touch
As many things of Thy creation as possible
And not even for a minute have I held them back,
For fear I missed Thy spiritual touch
But I touched Thee not!

I have kept my nostrils wide-open in order to scent
As many perfumes of Thy creation as possible
And not even for an instant have I held my breath
For fear I missed Thy holy aroma
But I scent Thee not!

I have become a famed gourmet in order to taste
As many delicacies of Thy creation as possible
And not even for an hour have I withheld my appetite
For fear I missed Thy heavenly feast
But I tasted Thee not! 


Then, the thunderous voice of the Lord, 
Coming deep down from the twilight of time,
Tearing the eternal heavens apart
Answered me and said:

Dear innocent child of Mine; hasn’t time taught you,
That I am neither to be seen by eyes
Nor to be heard by ears?
That I am not to be touched by hands
Nor to be scent by nostrils?
That I am not to be tasted by palates
But I am only to be felt by enraptured hearts?

Trembling and puzzled, in a shaky timid voice,
                                                          I dared ask:

How could this be done, oh Lord?
For I am so weak and ignorant, I do not know
                                                               The way

And the compassionate voice of the Lord answered me
                                                                    And said:

Don’t call yourself weak and ignorant for
I have endowed you with power and knowledge
                                                                     So great,
You have only to unearth this incalculable treasure
Hidden deep down in your soul and you will be 
In touch with Me, with eternity, with the universal law,
With the light, with the truth and every single existence,
But first you have to listen carefully to what I command:

Close your eyes for they cannot see Me
And cover your ears for they cannot hear Me 

Pull back your hands for they cannot touch Me
And hold your breath for it cannot scent Me

Shut your mouth for it cannot taste me
And stand completely still in order for you 
To sense Me 

At once I rushed to Obey His divine command, so:

I closed my eyes and saw no more
And covered my ears and heard no more

I pull back my hands and touched no more
And held my breath and scent no more

I shut my mouth and tasted no more
And stood dead still for a moment,
                                  Just for a moment alone!


I felt His ethereal presence enveloping my heart
And I saw His celestial light caressing my mind
And I heard His heavenly voice calling to my spirit
And I touched His angelic essence with my elated thought
And I scent His seraphic aroma with my sacred, now, breath
And I tasted His rapturous divinity with my blissful soul. 

Then, immendiatly, the gates of revelation opened their 
                                                                               Passages wide
And in a magnificent lofty parade, in front of my soul’s 
                                                                               Dazzled eyes
The mysteries of life, one by one, were unveiled to the last
                                                                   Thus making everything known.

And now my enraptured self, jubilant before the eternal truth,
                                                                          In ecstasy exclaims:

Thank you, oh Lord for showing me Thy blessed Essence,
                                                      Thank Thee, for I know Thee now!

And the Lord enigmatically smiled at me and with His 
                                                           Divine thought tenderly declared: 

No my loving child, you only know YOURSELF!

                           © Demetrios Trifiatis

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2012

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The Lament For an Angel

All in one faded-black day (but let None forget) In my arms, her body lay (my life was the price to pay) A tragedy, through the lack of humanly shame (do they know pain) My darkly colleen has to suffer no more (Robert nor do you) Let me die (please hear my haunted cries) If I can not see Sophie tonight (live on with my grey) I'm just a mess of despairing words And broken nerves Another mourning, afflicted sight (through decay, love can remain) Solace, sympathy are just more lies She is all I need Until you decide she is just another sadist's toy My Angel, why did you have to fly so far away My Angel, just let one feather stay My Angel has flown away My Angel, why did you have to fly so far away My Angel, just let one feather stay My Angel has flown away (My body is amortal, die I may, Together, our hearts will forever stay)

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

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Mother of all

Come when you are ready to love me
And come when you realized more of love
The time when flesh mean nothing than dust
Come when you are ready to see me
Not just pain that paint my solace soul
And when darkness no longer breeds sorrow
Come when you really want pure bliss
And call to whom that bestow blessings
Wait for me as I stagger like a foolish pagan
Come when all sores are wide open
Wide enough for a blind eye to see
Call me before dawn fades my dreams
Light the wisdom of the goddess to this valley
A valley I wander through day and night
Find your vanity before winter wrinkle all sweat
I shall wait to the corner of your heart all night
Visit me more often than you thirst for water
Water my dust with your pure tears
Look for signs to those flourishing flowers
And sing my last rhymes of sweet poetry

Copyright © Zakhe Michael Mcunu | Year Posted 2014

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A Soldier's Elegy

A kestrel dips into an updraft
thinking he knows the world
tranquility gurgles 
through silent valleys
over mountains
around the earth
through the wind

The creature soars ever higher
in great swoops and dives
the horizon curves as it eludes vision
the stars pulse their siren
but thrill denies
adrenaline overrules
their ambient warning

Gust to gust each fades 
quicker than the last
whispers carry the weight of wings
and their soulful song breaches sanity
prayers of rightful good
where petty purple banners
crest twinkling hearts

The last thermal ridden
last lyric dies
as flight’s drone fades
upturned wings alone
the sky empty oblivion
as the sun aligns its beady eye
to the looping path of the bird

Two brittle forms 
grapple in light
which blots out the senses
and protects 
what can never be touched
divine oblivion 
smites the naive bird
an archangel buried
in a crypt 
six feet deep.

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

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Where are you

You flourished and blurred
like a spark on wind

Gracefully and quickly like a frightened hind
in pursuit of light

You harvested through bushy meadows
taken by blight

In struggle with plight
had you lost your might

And gave out
although never you gave up.

Where are you?
For you must be still there.

For I still can feel you
somewhere in the air.

Copyright © Lukasz Walterowicz | Year Posted 2012

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The gospel of God came out his mouth fluently
Being a man of God he was indeed
His smile could light the world up completely
Earth and I have lost one of heaven’s seeds.

The bodies were crying, while the hearts are grateful
Not because this event occur often
Knowing where we’re going afterwards we’re thankful
No need to lose sight of one’s self when you see a coffin.

My connections, my thoughts, are they enough
To leave behind a legacy
Or will the only thing I leave behind is my love?
We’ll find out once death approaches me.

R.I.P   DR. W. E. BROWN 
JazzieAnn Brown   1/27/12

Copyright © Jasmine Brown | Year Posted 2012

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When a free world is threatened,
Letting everyone awake to security:
As the future seem so hard to predict;
When a free world is made homeless,
Parting us to think one another’s hate, or
Getting us united for a better tomorrow:
When a free world is given a will to fear,
The lonely looks on;
Sticking to a hardest clique: to call a family.

Copyright © Clay More | Year Posted 2013

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By Immaculata Ortner

Sorrow springs in black savannah
Where nature proved its pride
Silence sting like ancient drone
As dark melody rose 
Winging high in spike like dragon spew
As discomfort swells in black souls
Our top was not so high
Neither was our thoughts wild!
When strangers flirt and raid our shores in with minds of wolfish beats
Our words and swards were sheath
And the voice of our chanting drum was trunk
Groaning grey in grievous tones
As darkness shades our doomy world
They traced our path in search of liquid golds, yet with books untold
They crack our walls with no defence, speak with hoot like owl!
They create a route of no return
Where blacks goods sniveled
They cleared our greens and dent
Our springs, yet we flinch and flee in fear
But though our nights, were doomy dark
The sun could rise in place of moody moon if brothers where brothers
Our wings could mount the stormy wind if friends we trust where truly friends
And the green we have would be truly green if tooth that flashed were purely white 
Then our tales of pride would glow

Copyright © Immaculata Ortner | Year Posted 2013

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Bottle of Tears - Skeleton of Tears 2

“One can never consent to creep
When one feels an Impulse to soar”, once held by Helen.
When I desire to win Bharat Ratna, I don't want to accept failure without participating
But the politics, class discernment & dire domains won’t let me…..

I am Jayasurya a 62-year-old poet, a prodigy synthesized Limerick er
I have no pre-economic status 
I am a humble, tranquil and diligent man who aspires with steam in breath
And esteem knowledge to become a poet.

I have meticulous madness over literature from the birth
And movement of misery since I landed on this earth
Seconds I’ve spent, minutes I’ve melted, years I’ve yawned without sleep
are as grim & challenging as staying still on a bicycle & being ill and can’t weep

When I was alone near the seashore, I left my emotions through Tears
When I was with my intimates, I’ve exhibited them through words
When I was in front of the crowd, I made them into a song 
So finally I’ve decided to come up with an emotional elegy to my life.

Dear pillow, sorry for the Tears on behalf of my eyes
Dear brain, sorry for overloading you with ill gustoes
Dear heart, sorry for all the disheartening dire damages
Dear Globe, remorseful in advance as I will shrug and shiver you.

My dear rain I love walking with you
Because no one would know that I’m crying except you
My kind sun I love running under you
So my Tears would dry up soon.

As I corralled in my dairy earlier "A poet is a sapient of notions,
and a serpent to perform miracles.
They release poems as saccharine poison
and success in every session" isn’t true for me now.

My piety lord “Where to go in these malevolent ways?
What to really achieve before my death nays?
Where to live in this immoral place?
When would I die in these ill-advised days?”

Blanket of dreams on my way
Bottle of tears to accompany my stay
Blazers are burning and blistering over my heart
As bad as beasts and bison running to stab me with a desolated dart

My lacerate was coated up with lyrics of treble waves 
My skin was synthesized with sizzling stanzas 
Daylight and dimness, dusk and dawn made me sleepless, 
By chance if I fall asleep poems appear in my dreams.

Even If the public is not interested to know
I want to say and make them obey that,
I don’t take what I get
Indeed I will only take that I need 

My glory may rise and fall
A bad war at a bad place in the worst world
In this modern era, participating in hard times is like being in a war
I win or lose, I am the king.

Copyright © Bhanu Siva Krishna | Year Posted 2016

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Where darkness,
Goes to rest,
Cold, unwelcome,
Silence towards the end,
Fleeting figures,

Copyright © Deidre Hansen | Year Posted 2015

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She sits alone in darkened room
Listening as the wind shakes the thatch,
Peat fire reek hangs in the air
As candle glow reflects in her eyes,
In her arms wrapped in a shawl,
Her bairn sleeps innocent with a smile.
She sings to him sweet and  low .
Mmmmmmmmmmm ochone,ochone my little one,
Sleep deep, sleep sound my darling son,
Beneath the stars, dream for me,
Your daddy is lost on some foreign land
So little fingers grasp my hand,
You have his hair, golden brown
With waves and curls hanging down
Features fair and handsome too
Smiles in his sleep just like you.
I loved him so much as i love you
He would have been proud baby boy,
To watch you grow and reach for the sky.
He left to defend his country fair
It was hard to leave, left his heart sair,
To fight in foreign fields and woods
And there he lies, alone in the cold.
When you grow remember him,
Ill tell you all that you should know
Youll plough the ground and seed you,ll sow
And hear his laughter amid the winter snow.
So sleep sound my pretty young son
Don’t let the dark invade your dreams
Rest now and grow strong and tall
Remember your daddie come the fall.

Andrew McIntyre.

Copyright © Andrew McIntyre | Year Posted 2016

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Elegy: for Dear Mother

Dear Mother—I longed for your love:
     so when you passed away I wept;
as your spirit rose up above
     my stinging tears, which were inept,
flowed as we began to remove
     your cold, silent corpse as it slept—.

Days passed—they gathered for your wake,  
     a soothing time that was not sad
or grave as they tried for my sake 
     to pay their respects and seem glad:
as you laid there (to never take
     a breath again), I could’ve gone mad! 

The hour arrived—the funeral 
     took place on a cold, winter morn
as if dream-like, strange and surreal.
     Distraught, I felt bereaved and torn
as the last rites and burial
     made me shrill with grief from Death’s scorn!

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2016

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The Fear we wish we had

We were once all young,
We once didn’t care,
It did not matter if they did stare;
But that song has been sung.

We were told when we got older, all our fears would shrink,
But now we’re insecure,
And we care what people think.
Farewell, that childish freedom.

We speak of being free of fear,
We speak like all we need is near,
But we overlook the fear we found, 
When losing all our fears;

That nagging insecurity we find,
And we all do, 
While mourning the loss of conquerable fears.

Copyright © Bobby Foreman | Year Posted 2016

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I fear death

I fear death, not quite death but yours, and not yours but mine
I guess I fear my death in being your survivor, but not quite
I fear grief, that it might consume me once more, but not mine
I guess it is your sorrow and despair at death that is drowning my life

I've been here before; I don't know how I survived or what inside me died
I had so many questions that she never answered; they never left, never died
So your gasping breath brings back my sorrow from that walled in stasis
I teeter on the rim of a well that reaches grief's bottom blackness, I lied

It is not your pain I fear, it's mine. I did not survive her deathbed
I never again lived. I died with her though peace I never found
I don't know if it was her death, my loss, hers, or the death cycle
But the air has stayed musty from graves while I pretended not to care

I don't know if I was there for her, or how she felt that last morning.
My memory lapses with that of the child I was then into dreams of gray
I don't know the pain of death, if it is worse to leave or know you are leaving
I don't know if she found peace or her heart broke for me or because of me.

Sorrow swells as the memories fade in, filling that well with blackness
I know that if I don't fall, it will rise up to suffocate me again
If I jump I will lose myself and never find you to say goodbye
My memory lapses, I think I jumped, did I tell her goodbye?

I fear my grief. Grief is all, nothing before or after exists.
I fear that grief will over shadow my mind and I won't be there
I fear that this sorrow will rob me of the words to say I love you
I fear despair will take my soul and this time I'll have nothing left of home.

How do I ask you to share this life with me when I don't know if I'll survive your death?
How do I ask you to live each day and don't let me run when I ran from her?
How do I ask you to believe in me and don't fear when I fear myself?
How do I ask you to comfort me when I'm too afraid to comfort you?

I never asked her to hold me again, to comfort, because she was the one dying.
What right do I have to ask the sick to comfort the healthy, the dead the living?	
And how could I, being the first spirit to die, ask the ones who speak of life still
to comfort the shell I left behind while theirs decays before my eyes? 
There are no comforts to sooth the guilt of living, but forgiveness will birth new life.

Copyright © tara jennings | Year Posted 2010

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All Hell Break Loose

Scribbling back notes, the distortion of space
a disruptive pause from avarice's ire
surging downward, invading with such haste
God of apathy's malice for desire
chaos is sown, the green fields all across 
death blooms, a total annihilation
stench everywhere, all tainted and embossed
a vacuum towards its oblivion
souls trapped inside, there's even no way out
shackled into eternal damnation
innocence is beyond borderline doubt
the hands from its very own conviction
clouded with outright abomination
made a grand entrance to your own prison.

Copyright © Jeffrey dela Cruz | Year Posted 2015

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Soft rain
Leaves shake
Worry fades
but sleep escapes
thoughts prowl
Dream awake
her face only
my mind quakes
close my eyes
Toss and sigh
What night
the  sun will hide

Copyright © chris vold | Year Posted 2013

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Who's watching?
How do they know?
They took him, all of him
Their attempt to erase
Member by member only leaving his face
This way he was laid
It's too close to my space
They took him, all of him
Flames ablazed
They took him, why him?
Why was his body found near my place?

Copyright © Jamala James | Year Posted 2017

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Bewildered and haunted through flashes of memories that relive themselves
I sit and ponder and look into the sky
there is no pain greater than been lost in SELF
battling with a STRONG shadow called SADNESS
she stalks and haunts and bring you moments of agony
she comes along with her sister ANGUISH
and they taunt you, 
galvanising and pinpointing your mind to the PAST you left behind

OH SADNESS! ! ! ! ! ! ! 
have you not rendered men a roaming wretch for years? 
are you not content with the tears you have drank from your millions of subscribers? 
are you not pained because of happiness and her many gifts? 
when will you leave the vulnerable ones and stop feeding on their weaknesses?
for how long will you continue to taunt MEN with their horrible past and perceived failure? 

You are hopeless and weak and so you feed on people's misery alongside with your heartrending sister called ANGUISH
Leave us alone, 
for we do not want to commune with you
you are meant to die alone, 
but you have garnered so many souls as your followers
reminding them of their most terrible past
conjuring pieces of AGONY
and feeding them with misery's venom
you are a witch SADNESS
and you dwell in the dark
you mesmerise us with beautiful tragedies and allure us into your deep seeking kingdom
run away from sadness
before she infects you with her incurable disease
SADNESS has no home
and so she roams

Ovi Odiete© 2016  All Rights reserved.

Copyright © Ovi Odiete | Year Posted 2016

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Paris, Syria, the World at Large -- Said the people punished by war

Paris, Syria, the World at Large

Said the people punished by war, 
"Boom! Boom! Boom!
The resounding tremors amplify the echo,
contribute to the constancy and duress. 
Glued to the news, 
what more can we do?
The good die.
The bad sometimes eradicated. 
Every heart lights up with hate or compassion.
Extremism burns from both ends of the rope. 
The ideology of faiths sing many tunes. 
I am right, no!
No, I am right!
No one is ever wrong. 
Corpses of both innocent and guilty 
rot in the rubble of war. 
We humans pursue the inner demons of anger, 
to knowingly destroy the order of life. 
A demented set of people we all are." 
(Open our Hearts, Hug someone and say peace)
11/17/2013       © A. Juman The "said" Poet
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Copyright © A. Juman | Year Posted 2015

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When words mean nothing

How to abate the loathing
When words mean nothing?

There are moments
In human existence

Any resistance
against baleful fate
is futile.

One is left
with his thoughts
by all gods

Astonished immensely
by the world vile
which first
gave him birth
and now
devours him
with mirth

Agonizes he
in every spot
on the Earth

Where does his heart belong to
Never will he learn

How to console such a man
When all words would burn?

How to abate the loathing
When words mean nothing?

Copyright © Lukasz Walterowicz | Year Posted 2011

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Marie III--Is the Coffin Too Deep

So frigid was her immaculate body Her last second in screams is all I can see Love's revenge was my guilt With you I'd rather let you die with Bound hands Without you, Marie, like the psychopath's dream Death is all that I can see; All that could redeem Did anyone ask Did anyone recall The sweet taste of the poison The swift slash of the knife he penetration of the lead The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Was it so hard to solve Was it so hard to see That I strangled her so easily My nails piercing her comely skin Blood dripping like the pomegranate I crushed with the shovel I shattered her shins The knife to slight her wrists Didn't you see I did it all The only witness Couldn't say Is the coffin too deep? The pain of her decaying hear tI can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Marie I cant stay Earth is to cruel when your coffin is to deep Forever in death and in death alone The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep?

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

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The turbulent torrential rains set loose
hitting hard.
The hailstorm like bullets rose
covering the world. 
In set the mind wonders far
Looking deep into the silence of the eyes
Angrily shut from the sight of the world
And letting the mumbles and shouts 
Overtake and dampen his brain
He won’t see
Neither run
To drown in sea
And escape harm
In the closed cage like a lion he sits
Waiting for the bell to go
Awaiting the everlasting peace unknown to man,
And still life goes on.

Copyright © Louis Muhereza | Year Posted 2012

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Up above the filmament,

Appeared a cloud of racing horse,

Like a plague of locust,

Stunting down and down in stallion.


As the trampling sounds of trumpet sounds,

The winds calls for the saints,

The seas and lands vomited there held beings,

As death gave up it throne of power.


Behold; His second coming,

Behold; the New Jerusalem,

From above the whispering voice of paradise

Sainted saints shouts, alleluiah amen.


Tribulations and threats on the dark sheep,

Scared and sweating like Christmas goat,

Torments of the Anti-Christ to the dark sheep,

Who choose to pay with their dark blood.


Returning from the other side of the world,

Is it a nightmare? Or a revelation?

Could it be rapture? Will it take place from now?

Hence I ran to the cross for protection.

Copyright © Stephen Aniobi | Year Posted 2012

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Too late to cry and mourn yourself,
Bitter sweet the result of eternity,
Departure of no return, evaluating sorrow,
The wide road to destruction I took,

My cry ran through crescendo and beyond,
The stamp of eternal sacrilege placed
Struggling to secede the wrath, is unimplicable
The ocean of fire ran to taste my blood.

Lamentation on the dark faces of the inmates,
I see myself like a rich man, begging for a hand deep of water,
Tasty for restoration for millions of century,
Reminiscence brought memories, but all chances lost.

My worst enemy now my accomplice,
I ran from Canaan to Babylon,
If again chances is given, I will live without guilt,
Though the holiness of men is beyond His foot,

How better is the truth I rejected for pride?
Pride is a serpent causing destruction,
The winds hear me; take this message to my brothers,
For the result of pride is unimaginably not imagined.

Copyright © Stephen Aniobi | Year Posted 2012

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I try to scream but no sound comes, I desperately claw at the ornate velvet hangings of my bed with to no avail. My nightmare continues to consume me. Then She come the queen of the damned the devourer of souls the base of my the very base of my Bete Noir. I cringe and cower and mossy earth as she glides toward me on wings made of purest black samite, her aura surrounds like a mist of the darkest most profound stench of death and fright. Is there no escape for me from this unending fright.

Copyright © Grant Baker | Year Posted 2012

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La Tombe d'arbre - Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal's Tree Grave by T Wignesan

La Tombe d’arbre – Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s « Tree Grave » by T. Wignesan

Quand-t-il s’était parti, notre défunt,
Au-delà pour le Monde des Ombres,
Pendant que nous poussions des gémissements,
Nous lui avons enrobé dans d’écorce d’arbres,
Et nous lui avons porté, en récitant
Notre chante de mort lugubre,
Vers sa tombe dans un arbre isolé
Au bord de la Longue Lagune.

Même quand nous sommes bien éloignés
De nos feux de campements éparpillés
Nous ne l’oublions jamais
Ni de jour ni de nuit
En faisant face à l’endroit où il sommeil
Sous la lumière d’une lune blanche,
Au bord des eaux scintillantes
De la lagune silencieuse.

Sont déjà oublié ses exploits de chasse
Et les chansons qu’il avait composées ;
Le pauvre gars tout seul,
Il aura surement de la peur
Quand les vents de la nuit chuchotaient
Leurs aires d’épouvantes
Parmi les chênes marécageux hantés
Au bord de la Longue Lagune.

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2016

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Elegy |


"Life" was the shout as the gabble smashed down,
ill never forget that cracking sound,
pearcing eyes from every direction,
judge and jury showing rejection.

My mind a puzzle of purple and haze,
a puddle diluted with hatred and rage,
resentments,fear,paranoia and pain,
the collabirition finally, drove me insane.

now stood sober,full of shame,
inside a room with nothing to gain,
the jailer offers a sympathetic grin,
as he takes me down for a sentance to begin.

Copyright © dean wood | Year Posted 2011

Details | Elegy |

Dark wall

                Fenced around, locked up in your own place.
                hundred years i remember, wall with wars.
 wall surounded with horrors, holding their devastated       weapon,
  mini weapons set close to the wall, tearing apart our fleash,
        separating our children from us, husbands from wives.
from generation to generation , these horrors changed the wall form,
                still pleaing deeply into our flesh.
                     if we cross the wall they shoot.
                    mothers without children,
                fathers without children,
                 children without parents.
                all separeted.
                What a wall, i remember.
                  east and west , the horrors divided
                 with this wall.
                         This wall was made for selfish desire.
                           Those pass through it were shoot, those who
                      pass under it were still shoot.
                        We swimmed and swimmed ,
                        some got druned, doing it for the first time
                        alot were shut, i survived .
                              this wall is a calamity.
                Air, the only way to pass through it, but am not rich.
                                   i fought for my right, to destroy the wall,
                                but i died, the wall killed me.
                             Before going to that war, i prayed
                                 for the wall to be distroyed.
                         He answered my prayer, the war was stoped,
                                         but the wall liveth.                                                                                                                I knew because am dead.
 These present generation dumiest, just made the wall an
     historical statue.
                             They dont know what we pass against that wall.
                                We are all dead, but lucky she(wall), she liveth.
                            She is still alive, let us rest and leave them to face
                             their phase.


Copyright © Sunday Kelvin | Year Posted 2017

Details | Elegy |

Elegy to old age

                    Not own dream, weak bones and falling fleash.
                   Leaving my younghood to a place of weakness                       and spinelessness.
                    It was like yesterday i became a man,today
              an old man leaving a lot of competitions and risks               Now i have become an experience narrator of past  glory.
           Now i sleep and dream on how to narrate my past glory   to children
               This handsome skin falling like a bull dog saliva.
Hair running backward afraid to face challenges.
Teeth falling down like walls of Jericho.
Sickness attacking the old skin like Legion.
Old age is the beginning of death.
So i did catch a lot of fun in my youthful days,
which makes me professor of past glory.
The comming out of gray hair is like the wheat planted with the tears.
The unpleasant voice is as loud as an ant while speaking.
The weaken eyes is an esclipe of the big star to the earth.
Is there any glory in getting old?
One day this body will become a debt
to the maggot that will suck into it.
The fly that will follow it into the darkhall,
will regreat and shed tears.

Copyright © Sunday Kelvin | Year Posted 2017