Best Confusionmay Poems
The thunderous thunder
Came thundering in a turmoiled town
Timing my timeless time,
June, you played a fowl gain
You can’t spare us even for once
That we may eat the fruit of our labour
Who’s next?
That we may celebrate tears
…Festival of tears
Nay, leak our rotten fingers
After eating the Idenyi Ai-iko meat
Udaburu Ogo Ukpoji
Falling fellow lonely
Your face tattered, like a pampered baby
Swollen like a bread soaked in water
Infected with sickle cell
Your broods are no more
Behold the grave poking tongue at you
Your are now an lopped tree
Behind a shroud of secrecy
Don’t count us out
For we are all victims of the grave
‘Cos to our maker we shall go
To give the account of our talents
–Grave, my son
–Linen, my daughter
–Casket, my eternal cradle
I owe thee a poesy accolade
For devouring my lungs asunder
Now the gods are silent
And the night is close by
Who knows-
Who’s next?
what's in a sound, that has no word
laughing in enjoyment, or at a spirit broken
laughter brings us closer, or for a fight will gird
laughter has a resonance, meaning many things unspoken
being me, i may laugh, i may cry
but i will only half the time laugh with most of you
the laughter that a good man, a good joke may buy
is the laughter that soars joyful in skies of blue
the laughter that needs a victim? maliscious and so wrong,
you're resonance is dissonance to this poets soul
in this errant, poetic whim, this sad and mournful song
i speak of sounds emanating from a hole
not a heart.
hope, Emily says, sings without words
like the morning majesty of a symphany of birds
nobody i would condone, laughs at birds, only
somehow, with them, but if they're hurt, like maybe you or me
have a poets heart, and share some hope
what may start with a smile
at hurt feelings, or a snit, or a mope
might become a laugh, in a little while
i've heard of many a hopeful smile
try one on
before the music is all gone
and you're left at break of dawn
alone
laughing...
We all have someone to share our lives with
Someone to witness us
Our true selves
All of our grit,
Our love
Our tragedy and despair,
Our generosity,
Our hate
It may be your husband
It may be your best friend
It may be your wife
It may be your brother
It may be your sister
But what becomes of us when lose that one person?
Do we still exist?
Or do we become something else,
unrecognizable to ourselves?
I say for awhile yes.
But in despair we all come full circle,
And hopefully see ourselves from the backside.
With honesty and hope.
I may not understand
Written By Dean Masciarelli
December 3, 2009
I may not understand
half of the things that
you've been through
But I would like
to get know
everything about you
If you will let me
Because I do
care about you
So hopefully some day
When you are ready
You can sit down with me
And we can drink
some
coffee or some tea
And you can
tell
me your story
Because it would help me
to have a better understanding
of what you’ve been through
Dilemma
Losing the present pleasures
I am searching the past land marks
Avoiding the real ways
I am waking with the shadows
What is my search? and what is my need?
It is my way to find answer to my quest
Many palaces may be in my way but
my home is a simple hut
There may be many lights all along my way but
But my eyes are in an endless dark
What can I do? and How to overcome this
It is my struggle and it is my game
My hands are playing sword with shadows
though my real enemy is in front of me
Am I a tough? or soft in nature? and
Am I a brave or coward to meet my wars?
I have asked this to my Guiding light
I will get a reply from His milky way.