Best Introspectionhope Poems
In epic self-loathing
I let the phone ring, knowing
how you interpret silence
but hope for a psychic storm to send
respect from a thoughtless martyr across
30 miles of invisible space.
This contradiction believes
in hope but bears none;
thought doing right by you was
as simple as words (spoken,
perhaps, in haste but not insincerity)
when every step forward was
impulsive, marred by guilt
for a twice-lost picture of a life
I never really lived.
Flawed, perceptibly,
and unable to believe that
there is grace in weakness
when it stays my feet in time
as you move...
The blood flews in Darfur and in all parts of Sudan. What can a social activist
could do to the genocide cruelty affter the Jewish holocaust in Europe in the forties?
Features of grief impregnated in the memory, the dust, the filthyness, the sickness,
and the genocide, are finishing with Darfur to the occident of Sudan. President
Omar al-Bashir, why you kill your own people? The flames incinarated the fields of
refugies in Sudan. The light is litted up of hope which is the last thing that dies, the
littleones and the oldones suffered in silence while the genocide is taken place.
Soldiers kill kids inocents, Mr. Bush, why you being president of the U.S. allowed
shuch thing, is not how the U.S. has a fame of world police? Fourty days and humanitarian
aid ends, to satisfied the stomachs of hunggers by the thoudsands of refuggies, is
El Fasher, Nyala, Kalma, and Kass; the firstones to received help.
One comboy of hope come out of Prmst Sudan towards Darfur. The hope on wheels. The
United Nations eventhough concerned is shining by its absence. Mr. Omar al-Bashir why
you kill little boys and old people, first with bullets, then with hunger to corroide the bones
of the people of Darfur? Take out your sunglasses see what you are doing, in this case
your soldiers. I came from Latinoamerica, I know what military dectatorships can do.
Burning huts, Darfurians scratching the dust of the dry land of Sudan with blood in their
nails, features of pain, gnashing of teeth, parasites from body to body, thisty of water but
no more of justice. Do not cry Darfur the U.S. is coming, but what will happen if Mr. Obama
decide not to intevine? Six million of caskets to Darfur and Sudan, six million Jews were
kill by the nazis in Europe, six million want to extirpate the corrupted and violent government
of Sudan.
Plis no more holocaust, no more genocides, is there no way to live in peace? Can plis, be
kind? Is there no answer? No answers, no answers, no answers, no solutions!
what inspires a poet
to pen the things that we write
about hope long lost, a new love affair
or passion spent by the candles light
I read sonnets written by others
and I can see myself in their text
I can place myself in some lines
but I am not there in the next
the subjects that inspire me
always have a rhyme and a reason
and I hope to remain inspired
and pen on for many more seasons
I looked back and saw it,
anger gnawed it, I put out the cigarette I just lit.
Let go to see the depravity endorsed by me
Shattered pieces still reflect this carelessness
No bedtime story-story wakes you sweating scared
the visions spun left you unaware-this is your minds eye
But all the time? Punishing slumber with regretted recall
Watch the peacefulness cease for us , or I as it were....
Image blurred -so then occurred there may be hope just yet!
rearrange the view, if just these few were most upset
No never!! I know the end before it begins, tragic tale
There is no reprieve only flashes where it failed
punishing most is that lingering hope you hold fool-tightly
Mind is strong but not more so than the grief that consumes it.