Men are like "asians" (-ation) not the ones from the far east, but the ones who fall weak.
The ones who seek validation through manipulation for their gratification somehow thinking they should get a congratulation for their uncertain manifestation.
The ones who play games like life is a play station, but fail to realize they create their own demise of this devastation.
Yet they colonize a civilization of hallucination for women to fall victim for their celebration.
Living in their own world of separation instead of integration as if we don't need one another for concentration.
Sad world we live in with these men.
Now don't get me wrong, not showing discrimination, women too can also be "asians" (-ation).
But this ain't about us, right now I'm on the men "asians" (-ation) with no hesitation.
We all should do some reevaluation in order to get some elevation, but before we do that, we have to come to realization not to bring aggravation to our generation.
Categories:
12th grade, appreciation, community,
Form: Rhyme
fill (someone) with the urge or ability to do or feel something, especially to do something creative
A father swings his daughter in the warm embers of a summer night
A fragile woman sits in a seat her chemotherapy drip pushing poison through her veins but smiles
A husband stands in the rain with an umbrella waiting for his wife’s return
A sunbeam strikes a wave as it makes its way out sea
A poet uses words and senses
A teacher uses knowledge
but what to inspire
Hope
Love
Create a tivity
Intangibles tangled in torrid traps
No hope without the hopeful
No love without the loved
Is passed tense the past tense of past tense
No creativity without the creatures to create
Urge with an nudge
Find the somethings new
Hope until you can’t
Love until it gone
Create until everything is done
Categories:
ation, poems,
Form: Free verse
Ate burnt boureka Topeka screamed Eureka
Categories:
ation, food, giggle, word play,
Form: Rhyme
Not accepting that it was over,
That I’d found a kinder lover
You came to stand outside my house
Shouting out your foul abuse,
Your ultimatums and your threat
You said I would regret,
That our sons were yours by right,
That you were prepared to fight.
Then one night at some late hour
Drunk with your own power
You came and forced my door
Thinking that like before
I’d give in to your “charms”
And fall into your open arms,
Never dreaming that your persistence
Might be met with armed resistance.
So, you bombarded me with your lies,
Demanding ‘compromise’.
In truth, at the end of the day,
You just wanted your own way,
And while I resisted best I could
You simply raped me where I stood.
But though you conquered every part of me
You never gained the heart of me.
So, sip carefully, dear, each cup of tea
If ever it is made by me.
Categories:
ation, allegory, war,
Form: Couplet
COVID-ATION
A blanket of grief
covers the earth,
“moaning’s”
from life-breathers;
So much loss-
the cycle of death,
seemingly endless.
Hope dwindles, but
we remember how,
having come through
similar traumas,
we can reach out-
holding “virtual hands”,
smiling into mirrors
of dim unknowns-
Our lights break forth,
and “paired”,
we walk courageously
towards a distant shore
of safety and relief…
by: Thama Logan
October 13, 2020
Categories:
ation, 12th grade, anxiety, bereavement,
Form: Free verse
A blanket of grief
covers the earth,
“moaning’s”
from life-breathers;
So much loss-
the cycle of death,
seemingly endless.
Hope dwindles, but
we remember how,
having come through
similar traumas,
we can reach out-
holding “virtual hands”,
smiling into mirrors
of dim unknowns-
Our lights break forth,
and “paired”,
we walk courageously
towards a distant shore
of safety and relief…
by: Thama Logan
October 13, 2020
Categories:
ation, america, anxiety, dark, hope,
Form: Free verse
When folly leads; to wisdom…
By the way of endless dreams
'Pon a backdrop psycadellic where,
There's nothing all it seems’
I have struggled with good reason
made forays to shore-less isles
Lived a lifetime in the instant
Rode the shine of unforced smiles
Finding ever more to disconcert me
Through crowds of motley folk
Senses were overshadowed
Seams burst at senseless jokes
So on without an Inkling,
To a place I can't discern
Where tomorrow or forever
All I know is..' more I'll learn..
© Joe Maverick 23-9-2013
Categories:
inspiration,
Form: Rhyme
My writing requires an edit
After each line I regret it
It can't get much worse
Load this verse in a hearse
As readers try to forget it
Categories:
ation, humor, writing,
Form: Limerick