Best So Called Poems
I smiled, then cried.
You laughed. You lied.
You left. I tried
To pick up the pieces of my life.
It shouldn't have been such a surprise.
I should have seen this one before I
Fell too hard, got in too deep,
Before I believed that you were in love with me.
I smiled, then cried,
Because you laughed and lied.
You left while I tried
To get back to my so-called life.
Sorry ,
My friend and confident of days old
Do not fret
Regret is wasted until the cost is met
I still hold you in high regard
I still remember you covered in your mothers make-up
And sitting on the naughty step
Until
Fame and success took hold of you
Before
Everybody grew through you
Not beside or along with you
You lifted while those around you stole
1 piece at a time a part of your soul
Hanging on to your coattails tooth and nail
Riding the gravy train for all it's worth
What on earth happened to you my friend
Fame and success has been unkind to you
And this is written not in pursuit of envy or jealousy
Rather than to remind you 1 day
When all is said and done
Down in the dumps out of luck
And your so called friends have abandoned you
You will realize I never gave up or left you
Cast aspersions or judged you
All I ever wanted was my best friend back
And to go back to having Sleep Over's
When we used to tell and share everything
I didn't loose a friend
I lost my sister
Tell me why do i hurt you so
They gives a us a voice, but don't want us to speak.
The president's black I bet he doesn't write his own speech.
Words that he speaks come the people that keep in unequal,
D.C. is evil the future is bleak.
Unless among us is a Malcolm X
All for one and together we're stronger than the rest.
My mother strong ,God is our Father
Jesus Piece lays on my chest.
Moment of truth what's left to be said,
word is bond
nothing is worth more than respect.
Which needs to be earned
shots fired so I'm hitting the deck.
Deep in the street cracks is where secrets are kept,
Nikes on the feet of the ones who keep running for checks.
Turnt cheek to the causalities take a deep....
Breath after breath, war between us, love lost in between deaths.
Limericak crochetés: Once a shy lost lass so-called Orga-San
Once a shy lost lass so-called Orga-San
Had much difficulty getting what you can
Heard of fly-catcher
Good at swatting lair
Gave him a lift bare-back over Japan
Trouble he wouldn’t get off Mama-San
She went without doing what on bed-pan
Right over Fuji Yama
Leap-frogged like No-diva
Earth sudden shook Tsunami filled her pan.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
so called judgement,
majority people focus on
what offend them the most and
they don't think about the pains of God
when He sees them
going against Him.
Many preachers said," racism is bad,
God hate it."
Some people were offended about the speeches
of some preachers ; they forgot the feelings of the Lord.
Some preachers were demonised for speaking the truth.
Yoh! Devil has captured many people,
Yes! Who can deny that?
The acts of the sinful nature are obvious: sexual immortality, impurity and debauchery, idolatry and witchcraft; hatred , discord , jealousy, fits of rage , selfish ambition, dissensions, factions, and envy; drunkenness , orgies, and the like. I warn you , as I did before, that those who live like this will not inherit the kingdom of God.
Galatians 5: 19-22
Who loves you the most between a person
who is encouraging you to endure in doing wrong things and the one who is assisting you to quit them
so you may enter the KINGDOM OF GOD?
Answer is clear: the preacher who abets
you to quit wrong deeds loves you so much.
You may love him " her" and
continue focusing on God's Word.
Remember that aiding someone to quit
wrong deeds it is not called " JUDGEMENT."
July 10th 2023
Doesn't make much sense, does it ???
Homeless go without eating and shelters.
Elderly go without needed medicines.
Mentally ill go without treatment.
Troops go to defend without proper equipment.
Veterans who gave our freedom go without
Benefits that were promised to them.
Yet our government donate billions to
Other countries, and excessive immigration
Before helping our own first.
Life in the so called free world
So we live in the free world...really?
Are you free to go out at night, go where ever you like...or
are you afraid, living in fear, hiding behind triple locked doors with
bars on the windows, like a prisoner doing time until daylight comes?
Who rules the night? is it not the delinquents, and gang members and
gun toting criminals, that have the freedom to kill, and do as they please.
Land of the free? You decide!
What about freedom from lies? that are spread like manure on the ground,
and we eat of it's poisonous fruit everyday and it becomes a part of us
and the cycle repeats. What about freedom from hate and prejudice?
Or is it alive and kicking still your neighborhoods?
Hate and racism run wild like the wolf and the lion
seeking to devour their next innocent young victim,
who waits wide eyed like a deer in the headlights waiting
for death to come without even knowing what hit them.
What about freedom from fear? When it is preached in the pulpits
that God is vengeful and tortures for an eternity in a hellfire.
Does that make sense to you, that a God of love tortures
and torments, when we are made in his image and torture
to us is repugnant?
Life in the free world is really free? You decide.
John Derek Hamilton
January 17,2016
Have I lost it?
The writing thing?
Have I been absent for so long that my thoughts are unable to come to a
complete stop and decide to focus...on ...one...thing?
I shudder profusely and then shake....
shudder...shake...doesn't that mean the same thing?
God....this feeling of complete talentlessness is absolutely....bad?
(SIGH!!!!!)
For the sake of being poetic I come up with...bad...seriously!!!
My fingers move at a snail's pace to keep up with the dismay that wants spill its
inerts on this screen in front of me and it will take the hand of God to prevent me
from actually not deciding to hit the delete button and feel justified in my
pitifulness!!!
(SIGH!!!)
Ok...I'll leave it alone
be the cheerleader of this...piece...yea.
Whenever a country in poverty
but rich in natural resources
is in dire strait
whatever is done by wealthy countries
is only for it to take the bait
(I actually wrote this poem a year ago, but because of some recent events, it still applies)
I thought we were cool.
I thought we were friends.
But those words you said,
Stabbed me in the back of my head.
I didnt see it coming.
I couldnt believe my eyes.
What you did, really took me by surprise.
I thought you understood me.
You defended me from that jerk.
But all along, you were just like them.
Waiting for your chance to inflict hurt.
You will never realize, how hurtful your words were to me.
You will never understand, how confused you made me
You were one of few friends i had to my name.
But maybe i was too expectant, to believe, that you were not the same.
In the end.
I lost a friend.
I must have never meant much to you.
For you to say what you said.
You talked down to me.
As if i was a dog.
You treated me like i was stupid
And had no mind of my own.
I will never understand your hostility.
Friendless, i truly am.
Trusting, i no longer should be.
Anger and resentment reside in me.
but it wont consume me.
I will eventually move on.
You will be nothing but a faint memory.
Forgotten you soon shall be.
I dont need friends.
To make me happy.
So called 'love',
Is not always sweet;
Sometimes sour,
Sometimes bitter;
Yet cohere together
In all sad and joy;
Thoughts may vary,
As the individuality of one;
Fight may betide,
Without perennial pain;
Hearts and souls together
Tie up in unravelling knot;
Longing rises from within,
For oral and physical feel;
Tongues don't move,
But eyes speak gesturing
Reveal yearn in mind;
Sharing emotional pain solaces;
Feel relieved,
In company of partner;
Live with someone,
Live for someone,
In all pain and soothe,
In all sad and joy;
Sharing together is force,
That endures storm and tide,
Of life is 'love';
© sadashivan nair
I'm sorry I came here.
I'm sorry I let you trick me.
You have them all convinced they need you.
I do not.
I'm sorry that it seems no one cares
Whether this world is alive or dead.
May I believe in something?
May I please
Have a greater reason to live?
I wake in hopeful rebirth
I want this to work, you know that.
Our cycle:
I walk in with tranquility or determination,
My heart beats fast or slow,
I am silent or resounding.
It's not enough.
Did you plan it this way?
I see robots and I know their every move.
What do they have
That chains them to monotony?
Were they not here the day before?
Why should you live?
Don't you dare degrade my passion.
I am here to learn and live.
If you are not,
So be it.
Had I a crueler bone, I would end your life.
Would you stop me?
Don't you say I am a blaming fool,
For I'm the one that's sorry.
I'm so sorry that I play this way.
I need it:
Love and passion.
Don't role your eyes at me.
What do you worship?
Money and half truths?
Just getting by, are you?
It hurts me.
Enthusiasm fermenting to frustration,
Mad sad, sad isolation.
Give me something more than words.
My joyfulness,
I could adore you.
I'm sorry that is wrong.
He rides his horse above the rest; a king in his own mind
He likes to think his wit is best, and thinks the maiden blind
But deep inside this so-called man a coward lurks within
For this poor man is just a fool, a Jester with a grin
He plays his games and thinks he’s won, but surely he has flopped
For this poor child is barely grown, and thus his crown has dropped
Below his feet it lays to rest, his crown starts to decay
For all his power was made up, his façade at play
He tried to trick the world outside that surly he was right
For his deception worked before on some with clouded sight
Although the maiden, strong and wise, has come to see right through
She saw the fool, high on his horse, and knew what she should do
And so with words like arrows did she pierce inside his chest
And now he lays below the ground a fitting place at best
With all the others commoners and fools without a cause
How fitting is his new found home, for the king he thought he was
Let me teach you a thing or two
Passed down from elders’ past,
You won’t learn this from library books
Nor technology contrast.
About so-called Australia
About the frontier wars,
About all of my ancestors…
Shot dead upon the shores.
Captain Cook discovered Australia
In my ears they drilled,
School salute the flag of loot
No mention of the skilled…
Cunningly shaping weapons and tools;
For white man broke the lores
Protecting women and children;
Black men in frontier wars.
How they shocked Aboriginals;
The aliens from overseas…
Ordered and rewarded
To hang them all from trees.
When they killed most of the men
Hence minority about,
They raped the women and the girls
To breed the black right out.
Complete success they did not have
As “Australia” tried a-building,
Evilness again transpired
Stealing all the children.
My Mother, My Nana, My great Nan,
All stolen from their parents
The Australian Government did it again-
For slavery insurance.