Best Ladened Poems

Echoes through the hallway

Of this dilapidated ruin

A stone house made with devoted hands

Ladened once with the life and love of humans


Soft whispers can be heard

An occasional silhouette hazily drifts by

The humans that once lived here

Continue to reside …....

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Mornings blushed in dew
replicating your jubilant smile,
love-ladened cupcakes in pink
flavored by your honey-dipped fingers,
fragrance of your jasmine-clad hair
swaying along every time you danced,
exchanging exclusive looks in public
to laugh at shared secrets with coffee,
strumming broken strings of your guitar
when we collided against the window,
rambling vintage songs...

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Smoke ladened vision
scratching at my eyes
    making them cough,
conversations drift
across the panorama
  of my hearing.
(the world needs more poets)

Words rattle, 
     separate conversations
    combining,
       melding,
  sinking up...

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CARRYING BURDENS

Some people carry their burdens 
With sadness and utter despair,
You really don’t want to be near them
For they make you miserable there.
They think there is no other person
As burdened so heavy as they,
And so when you see they are coming,
You try to stay out...

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a cricket in the eaves
harmonizes with
night rain
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old river benue
a fisherman's canoe
ladened for market
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graveyard's windy dust
sending papers and leaves high
every ones underground...

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The yard  my world
Or so I’m told
Was where I spent my time
 Where this little lass
A tomboy too
Loved rolling in the grass.

Trees ladened with  mangoes
 yellowed with ripe
 A great temptation to this little child
 Who with a stone and David’s aim
 Brought...

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Amidst the fine feetle of veggies in the garden of truth 
Stands a monstrous scarecrow.  
Of a fungoid parched face and a half baked gaze.
Of shrunken smoked sockets and drunken knocked eyeballs.
Bulged cheekbones force the halloween smile
While the amateurish wrought neck holds the somewhat...

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I was not in a wrong place 
Neither was it a wrong time when I met my fate
I was unarmed with my sweat’s worth
Another day’s dime in my pocket

I was confronted by a flood tide of an angry crowd
Their faces were unrecognizable, the voices too...

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I Can Hear Hope Whistling On By 

Lonesome train whistle blowing loudly tonight
memories of my youth and that amazing sound.
Images of my dog barking at the racing sight
of that train flying by shaking the ground.
O' how big that giant metal beast once seemed
with great men...

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Her heart is heavy with despair, her soul abandoned
Unruly tangled locks modestly shroud her face and flesh,
Yet her naked rawness, a voyeur’s ideal conception
Yielding to a drab empty room mirroring a bereft mood
Bedding ladened with dead weight heavily sinking  
A young woman in grave...

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Courage is stamina to tackle my buddy
Yet while you know you can't perhaps succeed
Continue toward seeking later attempt, attempt again
Never backup straight to the edge
Courage is power inside your heart
To understand the concept of honesty while it is said
Still when it becomes knotted and surrendered
And...

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She!
Intimated by guilt broken by perplexity
Waiting for the love her life but until then,
committed to memories of forlorn moments
Threading on the joy rides of halcyon days.

 
Her! 
Heart of a woman in the depths solitude 
Plunged and played by people she called friends
Lonely soul tormented...

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How anyone can say “no thank you” to hot chips
l do not understand 
The enticing smell so completely irresistible  
For hot chips l would swim ocean and walk land!

Warm and comforting on a cold day
A must when by the sea
Accompanied with salt and vinegar
Or...

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Ripples ladened with slow songs

are the blinks of your sleepy eyelashes

lashing me for sold innocence

and for feeding dreams with the putrid meat of wrongs.




The past is beautiful in your eyes child

when tears wasn't ink to seal hate

and all these dainty pooh-pooh of pride

Was nothing, if...

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Dear Mr Politician why can’t you see
The destruction and chaos in your own country
Kensington Philadelphia
The big black hole
Desperate for help
For its lost troubled souls

Sitting on a footpaths
Filth all around
Searching for a vein
That cannot be found

Homeless, addicted
Suffering, pain
Guilt, despair
Sadness , blame

Violence, abuse
Rejection, neglect
Having never known value,
Worth...

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