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Ungrateful child

I woke up that day with tears in my eyes,
after I heard about your father's demise.
Guess you've never understood,
the point of being his blood.

I remember when your mother left,
how he was totally bereft.
Ran off with the man next door,
not once did he call her a whore.
Not once did your mother call,
too busy having a ball.
Forgot about her only child,
to live a life fun and wild.

He knew he had to be strong,
so the world would do you no wrong.
Every night he held you tight,
his eyes your guiding light.
Every time you would cry,
he would kiss those tears dry.
Worked three jobs so you had the best,
not once did he fail in your request.
He suppressed all his sorrows deep inside,
he was broken but never did he subside.

Single he remained for the rest of his life,
dedicated to you, so you would not face strife.
Yet you too, decided to walk away,
tell me what led you astray?
You called him a religious bore,
when you ran out of that door.
He had your best interests at heart,
but you belittled him for not being smart.

Then you wonder why he finally broke,
all that stress gave him a deadly stroke.
Now you stand there with your unfaithful mother,
with someone who is young enough to be your brother.
Crocodile tears stream from your artificial face,
as his coffin is lowered into his final resting place.
How ironic it has started to pour with rain,
maybe it's God washing away all of his pain.

Don't come running to me for sympathy,
I have no time for those with no dignity.
All his sacrifices now you seem to realise,
but he can't hear you, it's too late to apologise.
Because of you he lived a life heartbroken,
forever you will regret those words unspoken.

P.S
If you think his inheritance will help your austerity,
he wasn't that stupid, he left it all to charity!

The Silent One
16 February 2018

Based on a true story






Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2018


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Blood Red Moon

Blood Red Moon

Deep devouring passions bleed now from this solar eclipse 
As black blood flows from an evil army of “undead” beings 
Whose fangs hideously and cruelly pierce the veins of their 
Mesmerized and unsuspecting victims who are held at bay.

In such silence burdens prowl inside deep sad heartbeats 
As ghastly living shadows creep eerily in and knot the 
Tortured guts of a twisted scared bloodless life falling 
Under the dark macabre gaze of the Blood Red Moon.

At night uncanny black magic spells are intoned in the 
Old Latin scripture as large spider webs cast a gloomy 
Presence and envelope now all those trapped by them as 
The misted breath bleeding hearts howl to Heaven’s roar. 

Standing upon a rugged and lonely mountain crossroad 
There can be no release from the devilish glare of the
Vaunted “Blood Red Moon” whose evil presence pervades
Every breath you take and casts a demonic derisive stare.

My senses are now frozen in place as a deep chill shakes
My soul to the very core of its primordial existence as I 
React to the cutting cold of a dawning maleficent darkness 
Invading every corner and space of my psyche and existence.

The wicked jaws of a rabid beast seek now to bite and rip
All beauty from me and all thoughts I hold close and dear 
As I gasp now for life and painfully feel my tired heartbeat 
Slow as my immortal soul numbs and cries crocodile tears. 

I’m cursed now to walk alone forever as my spilled remains 
Are cut now and my ties of human existence have disappeared 
Putting me on the ground on all fours as I ponder my ultimate
Fate in the hands of a supernatural force beyond any mercy. 
 
As the shadow of Lucifer’s Blood Red Moon passes over my
Tortured face I spy a look at one demonic siren prompting me
Now to follow her as my body is placed on a sacrificial alter
And my life ebbs away as I’m kissed by spirits of the damned!

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – October 11, 2015 
(Narrative Quatrain)


Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015


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Blood Red Moon

Blood Red Moon

Deep devouring passions bleed now from this solar eclipse 
As black blood flows from an evil army of “undead” beings 
Whose fangs hideously and cruelly pierce the veins of their 
Mesmerized and unsuspecting victims who are held at bay.

In such silence burdens prowl inside deep sad heartbeats 
As ghastly living shadows creep eerily in and knot the 
Tortured guts of a twisted scared bloodless life falling 
Under the dark macabre gaze of the Blood Red Moon.

At night uncanny black magic spells are intoned in the 
Old Latin scripture as large spider webs cast a gloomy 
Presence and envelope now all those trapped by them as 
The misted breath bleeding hearts howl to Heaven’s roar. 

Standing upon a rugged and lonely mountain crossroad 
There can be no release from the devilish glare of the
Vaunted “Blood Red Moon” whose evil presence pervades
Every breath you take and casts a demonic derisive stare.

My senses are now frozen in place as a deep chill shakes
My soul to the very core of its primordial existence as I 
React to the cutting cold of a dawning maleficent darkness 
Invading every corner and space of my psyche and existence.

The wicked jaws of a rabid beast seek now to bite and rip
All beauty from me and all thoughts I hold close and dear 
As I gasp now for life and painfully feel my tired heartbeat 
Slow as my immortal soul numbs and cries crocodile tears. 

I’m cursed now to walk alone forever as my spilled remains 
Are cut now and my ties of human existence have disappeared 
Putting me on the ground on all fours as I ponder my ultimate
Fate in the hands of a supernatural force beyond any mercy. 
 
As the shadow of Lucifer’s Blood Red Moon passes over my
Tortured face I spy a look at one demonic siren prompting me
Now to follow her as my body is placed on a sacrificial alter
And my life ebbs away as I’m kissed by spirits of the damned!

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – October 11, 2015 
(Narrative Quatrain)


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015


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Smiling Spitting Deadly Sins

Smiling Spitting Deadly Sins

Son of the Devil evil and twisted when his mask falls away
Through the curtains of death he turns truth into dark lies
With horrible shadows haunting over Love's light so pure
As jealousy reveals shades of a Soul’s envy at this moment

Cunningly you crawl behind colors pride with selfish hurting
Innocence casting stones—the fruits of a hideous lurking evil
Filling you with stupid silly emotions crying crocodile tears
Hate is your playground game as the Dark One takes his souls

Weeping from the deep wounds inflicted on others at your wish
While fighting one lost battle as your words burn from the ugly
Fork of your tongue while spitting venom they become a vile
Poison in which every last drop makes one’s very skin crawl

When I see the light of truth awakening in your Soul’s eyes
I really see a Hell-Fire scorching red hot who is the real you
Your pretty tongue of thy father speaks the evil words of the 
King of Lies to my heart as it is touched by the serpent’s rasp

Yet ever you can never always hide behind this perfidious mask 
And such words of beauty will not always hide what lies within 
The darkest outreaches of your Soul’s descent into damnation
For Love itself is a journey of the gentle divine and the innocent

But those who breathe the Hell-Fire can only fool us all so long
And when their mask falls away they speak with a serpent’s tongue
So vile and gruesome that they know not of Love as they strike and
Bring eternal pain holding the Devil’s sword with their blackened hand

Causing pain with greatest relish as they laugh heartily at the pain
Inflicted on others not really knowing what they hold in their hand
In hate and anger while striking out at all innocent souls as their
Double-edged sword waits for those from the depths of Hell itself

Gary Bateman, Liam McDaid, and Michael Clarke
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
August 9, 2015 (Unrhymed Quatrain)


Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015


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Smiling Spitting Deadly Sins

Smiling Spitting Deadly Sins

Son of the Devil evil and twisted when his mask falls away
Through the curtains of death he turns truth into dark lies
With horrible shadows haunting over Love's light so pure
As jealousy reveals shades of a Soul’s envy at this moment

Cunningly you crawl behind colors pride with selfish hurting
Innocence casting stones—the fruits of a hideous lurking evil
Filling you with stupid silly emotions crying crocodile tears
Hate is your playground game as the Dark One takes his souls

Weeping from the deep wounds inflicted on others at your wish
While fighting one lost battle as your words burn from the ugly
Fork of your tongue while spitting venom they become a vile
Poison in which every last drop makes one’s very skin crawl

When I see the light of truth awakening in your Soul’s eyes
I really see a Hell-Fire scorching red hot who is the real you
Your pretty tongue of thy father speaks the evil words of the 
King of Lies to my heart as it is touched by the serpent’s rasp

Yet ever you can never always hide behind this perfidious mask 
And such words of beauty will not always hide what lies within 
The darkest outreaches of your Soul’s descent into damnation
For Love itself is a journey of the gentle divine and the innocent

But those who breathe the Hell-Fire can only fool us all so long
And when their mask falls away they speak with a serpent’s tongue
So vile and gruesome that they know not of Love as they strike and
Bring eternal pain holding the Devil’s sword with their blackened hand

Causing pain with greatest relish as they laugh heartily at the pain
Inflicted on others not really knowing what they hold in their hand
In hate and anger while striking out at all innocent souls as their
Double-edged sword waits for those from the depths of Hell itself

Gary Bateman, Liam McDaid, and Michael Clarke
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
August 9, 2015 (Unrhymed Quatrain)


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015


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WHERE THERE'S A WILL THERE'S A RELATIVE

They crawl out of the woodwork Shedding lots of crocodile tears Grieving for an ancient relative They’ve not visited for many years ‘Auntie Annie’ is barely warm But now you see the relations swarm Waiting for the will to be read They rub their hands with glee Hoping they will be left Lots of lovely money ‘Grieving relatives’ is rubbish!! Some are taking the mick …. These mercenary vultures simply make me sick! 28th January 2017


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017


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Unwritten Conversations

He told me to write a poem
About beauty, wind blowing
Hair tossing , dream making stunning
Gorgeousness of living
Beauty addicts and blind ambitions
Movie stars and historical happenings
Formal dresses, women in high heels with 
Faces meant to smile
That’s what poems should be about, he says, 
Your good at that kind of thing, just spit it out

                “Shawty, write a poem about beauty, that’s real poetry”
                                 “Everything is beautiful, baby…”
                 “But what is beautiful to you?”

Beautiful.
Births and rebirths
Phoenix Red celestial torching of the hearts
Interlocking fingers in twilight
Kisses, Death, sorrow, crocodile tears
Laughter, Ecstasy , black
White, brown, yellow, silver crimson
Skin on skin, chest to chest, on and on, soft
Hard City light heaving, breathing against the Ebony sky
Natural Twinkle of diamond shadows, 
Cosmos, Atoms, Hydrogen bonds, Electrons
Nucleus, matter, anti-matter
Smash together, slither mutually
To create harmony.
Everything. 
Everything is beautiful. 

                      “Just write about that then..”
                                 "Not everything has to be written, somtimes you just have to
                                  live it out.."
                      "What's the point then?? What's the point of writing about butterflies 
and waterfalls? I just don't see it? Why do you have to doll everything up and 
make it more then what it is? Not everything has to be picked apart and analyzed."
                                "Mmm, I suppose."
                        "What's real poetry to you?" 
                                 "Everything..."
                         "I don't understand."

I recline and rest my head on his chest
Tracing lines of thought on the ceiling
Helping him dismantle the universe and put it back together
In his own way
Enjoying lyrical symphonies of life
Breath by breath…
Together
Silent

                                     "This, baby, This is real Poetry.."









 




Copyright © Bella Cardenas | Year Posted 2007


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THE OLD MAN WITH ONE SHOE

It was a homeless old man near a shoe store who fell asleep 
He was so tired that nap turned to a sleep that was deep
A little boy walked passed with his mother and noticed that the old man had one shoe
He felt sad, “mother it’s something I just got to do!”
That little boy face was full of tears
His little heart grew big because he cared
He grabbed both of his mother’s hand and tightly grasped them leading her into prayer
After the short and quick prayer, “Mom I was just told to share.”
He had ten dollars from his allowances that he saved for weeks
His mother didn’t know what to say, she couldn’t even speak
Immediately he rushed in the shoe store and asked the clerk how much was that one black wing tip shoe
The clerk had a big smile and said it was thirty-two
Every customer and fellow employee gave money to make the little boy prayer come true
Instead of thirty-two dollars he now had sixty four
He quickly grabbed the shoe box and ran out the door
The little boy shook the old man out of his sleep and gave him the box
When the old man woke up his eyes was full of tears and he was shocked
Big crocodile tears rolled down his face
He grabbed the little boy and gave him the tightest embrace
The old man yelled, “This is the best gift yet!”
Some say the old man got up and danced until the sun set

Mark 12:30-31 (NIV) Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’[a] 31 The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’[b] There is no commandment greater than these.”


Copyright © Jeffrey Lee | Year Posted 2016


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Two Women, Similar Yet Different

Two Women, Similar Yet Different




Educated yet could not prevail,
School of hard knocks,
Similar Yet Different.

A lavish life yet unfulfilled,
Appreciative of what life brings,
Similar Yet Different.

Ignorance lacking accountability,
Responsible yet naive,
Similar Yet Different.

Egotistical taunting artfully,
Craft fully expressing discontent,
Similar Yet Different.

Crocodile tears yearning notice,
Noiseless hiss of strength,
Two Women, Similar Yet Different.





Copyright © M Nudelman | Year Posted 2011


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He Had to Start Crying

He Had to Start Crying

Was terrifying,
So he had to start crying;
People were dying.

The hopes and fears of all the years
Did not create any crocodile tears
Were real as can be each and everyone
What if had been your daughter or son?

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran. Poet and Father

My son was killed in a fishing accident
and my father was killed in an accident
on board Aircraft Carrier Intrepid. I know
what I am talking about and doubt if
some others do on TV discussions.


Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2016


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Chocoholic

        The dark brown color engrossed much,
        Soft beautiful skin melts when I touch
When I unwrap the cover,my lips cannot wait to taste
when I munch it,I am transported into a fantasy place
      and nuts sandwiched between chocolate bars backhaul my sensories
      Caramel inside the bar,revitalize the beautiful childhood memories
It recalls the fights for chocolates and the crocodile tears
Now,when I lick the chocolate off my fingers,I feel young
      and I love to savor the taste of the chocolate tang 
                        NOW AND ALWAYS


Copyright © Supraja Kannan | Year Posted 2017


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Eidolon

Please don't shed any crocodile tears

But I've been dead for fifteen years

Folks say zombies aren't "really" real

Yet I walk and talk, and NEVER feel

I wish I could give a notable excuse

But it's all the fruition of self-abuse

So make your life the most it can be

Or wind up in the walking dead ranks ...

Like me.


Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017


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Crocodile Tears

He made her life a living hell.
Her heart immune to the death knell
She breaks down and cries
Tears spring from her eyes
Her acting days now serve her well.

-----------------------------------------

Contest: Open Poetry 
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
11th July, 2015
Placed 7th


Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2015


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- Blue Truth -


Never felt so blue
A face of sadness
Life is never perfect
People crying, painful
Sympathy tears or crocodile tears

How could you be so blind
Always listen to their lies
A lie, a lie is hard to hide behind tears
The truth destined teaching the right way

Are you looking for the truth
I wanted to tell you
Blame yourself
Sorry to say it
Nothing heals,
more than the truth

Above the clouds
the sky is always blue








10.03.2016
A-L Andresen :)


 Pretending to cry in an attempt to manipulate or exploit,
 phony tears; fake tears; false grief ...... 




Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016


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Oh my God, please stop war in this world

Oh my God, please stop war in this world..... Oh my God, please stop war in this world and bless us to live in this world peacefully No one wants war in any part of this world nor no one wants to live with strife with anyone The pain and suffering of our innocent people cannot be spoken nor cannot be count their sorrowful death The stubborn world leaders live with safe and secure but the innocent people are dying for nothing The war brings not only destruction and diseases but also death of innocent human beings Our hearts are broken when we see so many families mourn and cry for loved ones while crocodile tears shed by some leaders Life cannot be brought back but why did they die for? The white dove's wing has been cut into two pieces and the name of peace has been written with human blood The destruction of weapons are become human's safety tools and cultivated lands are become playground of war Oh my God, please help our world and bring PEACE. Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka All rights are reserved


Copyright © Ravi Sathasivam | Year Posted 2013


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American 60s

 

Gladness of meadows, ill weeds, 
children of flowers, mad deeds, 
bitter of fathers, iron glove. 
Winds are carrying the love. 

Noisy city, stone’s moan, 
smoky bars, reality’s yawn, 
beasts in cages out of laws. 
Jim is opening the doors. 

Words of rampage, hair to shoulders, 
a lioness roar, a flow of wonders – 
her mike – harmonious Dionysus – 
a potent lion lured by Janis. 

A woman’s hands with a handkerchief, 
lips to lips, a garland gift, 
she’s excited ‘cause of – guess 
who’s kissing her? – Elvis, yes. 

Peacock’s colors, sharp wit, 
a swarm of flies, a scent of sh_t, 
by the Sun is burning Phoenix, 
a guitar being burnt by Hendrix. 

Cloudy whiteness and grey ashes. 
Crocodile tears, Megaera bashes, 
to a singer a merciless demon. 
Dreams imagined by John Lennon. 

Burst of emotions, decay of knots, 
barking dogs and bleating goats, 
shocked by coup a righteous snob. 
In his searching’s howling Bob. 

Foul air, a stink of zoos, 
a worn-out jeans, the century of wars, 
Justice blind laughs at beard, 
a hippy’s dragging now his weird.




Copyright © Aleh Barysau | Year Posted 2010


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Echoes of A Victims Plea

Echoes of A Victims Plea

The fires burn on; the polemics fuelled
More crocodile tears from the politicians who've duelled
To capture the lens of the Press.

But our loved ones cry that simple tear
For those of us whom they loved so dear
.........Immortalised (they) nonetheless!!!

Now the cruel sea with arrogance
Beat back attempts by those who chance
Their lives to bring us back.

But just leave us here, within our grave
We're not all strong, all bold, all brave;
We're souls - it's just life we lack.
				15 July 1988


Copyright © Thomas Mansfield | Year Posted 2014


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As Time Passes


As Time Passes 

Today a swift breath
of wind slapped my cheeks
leaving a tingling chill.

The sky’s face grew gloomy
shedding crocodile tears
falling like water rocks.

Dormant by passing time
flower buds and seeds
sought storage shelters
in terrestrial cabins.

Powerless
we sit by the window
contemplating the new arrival.


Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2016


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A poem of indifference

What does it matter to me?
 If plastic clogs the roaring seas. 
All I want is convenience, 
A life of ease. 
Do you think I give a damn? 
If they poison our wells. 
And chainsaw scalpels,
 Erases nature's tender hand. 
I'm busy!
 To busy silver plating my existence, 
To worry about fallen trees
 And dust bowl graveyards .
 Where man's innocence comes to die.
 Oh I will shed crocodile tears, 
And reassure you everything will be fine. 
It's good for business,
 even better for the bottom line.


Copyright © paul martin | Year Posted 2015


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CROCODILE TEARS

I put a smile even my heart is on vile
Dreading each step I made on each tile
Spikes of bounty promises, curves of guile
With you on top, an all around the bush lie

Selfless service we forgo never denied
You repaid nothing but your useless pride
Hopes afire, spirit wanting to soar high
Yet it seems everyday your deeds all a defy

I greeted you with warm sweet hello
Similar to white angels with golden halo
Yet you dismissed and discharged so cold
I wish I still can hold...  strongly behold

Of dreams unforgotten 'til dawns of tomorrow
Didn't barrow, bravely wandering like a sparrow
Bearing all thorns and cross, I absolutely follow
Is Tunnel of success on six feet under hallow?

(C) olive eloisa 
8:02 pm 
May 14,2014


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014


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RAINDROPS

Rapturous noise from the sky;
makes dark clouds to shed crocodile tears,
as heavy wind blows,
sand,paper and polythenes fly and float 
all through and through...
Many roofing sheets beat the drum
like a loud dirge;
The roads sweep clean as 
the breeze whistles along,

And the heaven..opens!,
As rain drops heavily...
thorough bath for the trees in the forest,
the cars packed in open spaces in the cities,
and roofs of buildings.
..And some air pollutants dissolve to form solutions.

The hard soil opens to swallow these
drops hungrily and the dead hidden seeds
spout out and new cotyledons appear,
dry swamps become living marsh lands,
Breathing and stilt roots of red and white
mangroves are now active and alive.

Mud fish and cat fish dance for joy;
praying mantis prayers answered as
the frogs and toads hop and croak
for coitus with their females;
ducks and ducklings waggle their tail feathers
as celestial aqua touches their bodies;
Tilapia and grilse synchronize together,
while dogs and goats run for shade.

The chameleon licks drops of water with its retractable
tongue,as the Mole prepares to build with soft clay;
Farmers burn incense to the almighty
for these drops;hoping for a better harvest;
Continuous raindrops turn into
avalanche of water; flood!
fast-moving water sweeping through the city;
coast and littoral zones overflowing with aqua,
properties destroy,life lost and homes submerge;
Government calls for evacuation.



Contest:"RAINDROPS FALLING" sponsored by Carol Brown


Copyright © olusegun Arowolo | Year Posted 2012


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Haiku: Crocodile Tears

though croc may look sad
lying alone on river bank
eating life brings joy

Brian Johnston
July 12, 2015

Poet's Notes:
In the Malaysian language and culture, the phrase "land crocodile" is commonly used to describe a "playboy."


Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2015


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No crocodile tears, dear

No crocodile tears, dear

No dear, not for your sympathies to earn,
Nor yet for your attention to me draw,
As helpless infants oft are apt to do,
It’s true, I’ve oft helpless before you felt.
Tears cause within no butterflies of love,
Nor yet trigger love-bonds between the twain, 
Or you may check the chemicules therein,
Check enzymes and lipids if so to prove,
Or if electrolytes are duly dealt,
Tears of emotion show more protein too,
Making them viscose more, on skin to claw,
None of it— shed, not your love to me turn.

And no dear, no crocodile tears are shed,
Shed they are just my drying eyes to aid. 
____________________________________________________
A man cries the night before, and his wife wants to know why. After ruling out all her false conjectures as to why he cried, he gives the true reason: He suffered from glaucoma, and his eyes tended to weaken more due to dryness. And he tries crying sometimes to moisturise his eyes. 
This sonnet appears rhyme-less on a casual look. But it has a mirror-like symmetry— the first six lines with the next, followed by Volta as a couplet. 
_________________________________________________________
   Sonnets (Humour) | 20.03.2017 |   


Copyright © Aniruddha Pathak | Year Posted 2017


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We Were Never Here


Yesterday there was
another killing suicide bombing
Today there is
more refugee deaths by drowning
Tomorrow for sure,
will be another slow death day for the poor
Past, present and future
all being pressed together ... more and more
Conditions are getting worse,
not better ... it’s all rotten to the core
Cosmic karma compression
is crushing this little green marble ball
Accelerated death wish granted:
Winter of destruction will happen in the Fall
Bad news of pending solar flares
are lazily greeted by drunken jeers
When the fury of the Son incinerates us,
it will be as if we were never here
We were not our brother’s keeper,
we tuned out to their deep pain
Closed our ears ... 
	didn’t wanna hear their cries
Shut our eyes ... 
	didn’t wanna see how they died
Our cold hearts are gonna get melted
on Judgment day
All of our crocodile tears
are gonna get burned away
Apocalypse now ... 
time to turn and face our worst fear
There will be no evidence to show
that we were ever here
The way things are presently progressing today,
our past sins makes it perfectly clear
The future of humanity will be,
as if we were never here
  


Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017


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The Elephant in the Room

His steps are heavy
Yet he is invisible
The panic sets in

Take him for a walk
Leave him some where safe and sound
To find his own way

The grey, dreary, day
Sputtering and spurting now
Big crocodile tears


Copyright © Karen Price | Year Posted 2010