Best Tel Poems
They spied me in the sky, dropping bombs of love
on Ferguson, and bitchy women's rooms; and rednecks'
shooting range was next, the blooded boxing glove.
They spotted me in Tel-aviv and also in Tehran, collecting
Jewish kisses for the Iranian Imam.
They toasted me in the family courts, breaking hearts
I quickly soothed, and at their breakfast;Klu Klux Klan,
I spread their toast with jam.
They gifted me with patted back in Auschwitz and
Guantanamo, compassion was my hand; while Isis
and Seal Team 6, provided me a marching band.
They lauded me with accolades, the bankers and the poor,
while serial killers and the FBI, shot my name into the sky,
like Gotham on the screen.
And now I rest my head this night, beneath the troubled moon,
for tomorrow I go partying, with venerable, Ban-Ki-moon
Wie waak oor ons gans die wakkernag?
Vind sondes.lank vergete
n aanklag eggo in die gewete
Dalk net stank demone
Wat slaaploos toi-toi in talle drome
Watter wekker skrik sy meester kaal
Wyl hy rondtol.in n lakenhel?
Skape, pennies en sy woorde tel
Of plak gebede saam met drome vas
Teen blank plafonne en die linnekas?
En ook skimme wat eens mense was
n vingerskrif op die klagstaat straf
Ander sluimer niksbeduidend
Wereld werk nog steeds misleidend
Introspeksie hou het geen verband
Onwelkom het net ingekom
Soos infeksie in n agtertand
Prokureur teem onbeholpe
'k kort n advokaat
n leuenverklikker wat moet wèèt waarvan hy praat
Opgetof en opgetoga en n omkoopmagistraat
Sinies en insomnies
naghof ronddool in n doodloopstraat
Wie sake uitgooi maar dan skelm uitstel
Weereens more ons beroof van geld en slaap
One of the advantages of growing old…one of the things I most adore
is how time slows down allowing me to enjoy the wonders around me a little more.
Yes, once I entered this unhurried state…perhaps the biggest prize…
is the time I have to talk to the trees…the birds…the dolphins…
even the dragonflies.
She landed on my hand…this dragonfly…then looked up at me and smiled….
“I’ve been flying for a long time.” She said. “Do you mind if I rest on you a while?”?
“Not at all.” I said as we walked together on the sand…
(actually I did all the walking while she rested in my hand.)
I thought there’s so much I can learn from her…so much to understand…
until she yawned and asked, “Can you tel me a story?” as she snuggled in my hand.
I wasn’t prepared with a story but I said, “I’ll give it a try.
This is story about the stars that twinkle in the sky.
I bet you didn’t know this little dragonfly…it’s probably something you don’t think about
but a star only begins to twinkle when it’s light is about to go out.
That’s a sign for an angel to fly by and set that twinkling star free….
to thank her for all the light she gave…then gently toss her to the sea.
Sometimes we can see that shooting star…sometimes we catch her final flash
as she transforms into a starfish before entering the water with a splash.
The dragonfly must have been quite tired…I’m sure my story was boring…
but when I looked at my hand…she was sleeping…and I think I heard her snoring.
She slept for quite a while as we walked along the beach that day…
and when she woke…she thanked me for the story…smiled…then flew away.
All the questions I had to ask her…well, I guess they’ll have to keep…
I did, however, learn that dragonflies like to listen to a bedtime story
before they go to sleep.
Mogadishu ...
Black Hawk helicopter down
Caracas ...
Riots burning everything to the ground
New Orleans ...
Katrina tears has gotten many more drowned
Manila ...
Government death squads are roaming around
Global Dystopia
Earth frowns
Parents and children weeping,
sad mourning sounds
Everyday the sun comes up,
hope goes down
Bi’lin ...
Smouldering settlement protests sparks up
Baghdad ...
A covered face blew up the church bus
Philadelphia ...
Government bombing citizens they don’t trust
Hiroshima ...
Radiation wine still overflowing from the cup
Global Dystopia
Ain’t we had enough
Can’t take no more mushroom clouds
raining on Earth’s thin crust
Everyday the sun goes down,
dark hopelessness rises up
Tshikapa ...
Crystal clear diamonds covered in jungle blood
Sarajevo ...
War crime bodies dumped in mass graves covered by mud
Tel Aviv ...
Sleeping residents killed by a black market American SCUD
Chicago ...
Lead poisoned urban poor houses built by HUD
Global Dystopia
Earth cries
Parents and children missing,
news covered up by politician lies
The day the sun doesn’t standstill,
all hope then dies
The Nurse of Zionism (part 1)
She visited the stolen land
loved putting her feet in the sand
the sand was not pleased
the crushed bones of Palestinian dreams
olive trees burned so Europeans could party
Over three hundred bullets in a six year old
"Its complicated"
Thousand of children slaughtered
"Its complicated"
Doctors raped in IDF prisons
"Its complicated"
Children used as human shields
"Its complicated"
Hospitals bombed on purpose
"Its complicated"
Medical equipment smashed by soldiers
"Its complicated"
IDF dress up in Palestinians women's cloths
"Its complicated"
One will never heal
with a heart so cold for others
selfish, self centered, self absorbed
to the core
Nazis had nurses too
I should not be shocked
The Angel of Tel Aviv (Part 2)
I ask why the ones
with hearts of gold
carry such a heavy burden
of pain, loss and sadness
The world such a miserable place
nurses should carry compassions grace
mostly true
for in the afternoon sun,
the Hanoun in bloom
in Tel Aviv an angel of mercy
restored my faith in humanity
Sea the wight-capped waives rolling inn the see;
here the howling wynds, wile I’m standing hear,
whale and forme hi waives. Theirs eh jumping wail-
tale upp inn the ayre! This should make gneiss tail
two tel wen eye get holm. Butt now theirs too
blew wales inn wiaves- there water spouts just blue!
Whether getting worse, kneed two sea weather
it's my thyme too lieve since wynd now blows it’s
grate, whiled sounds awl across the see, witch great
allowed and shriek. Could bee, I’m knot aloud
write hear two stay- dew knot want gnus too right,
“Sum man fell inn the see and payed the some
witch cost his life from storms angry whiled which.”
Week legs mite make mi sync and fall; eh weak
wood pass before they fined mi with eh would
bored inn my grippe from roe boat beet and board
bye waives and whild wynds that kame and flue buy.
Eye no, its thyme too lieve, cum back wen aye
cee com, and eye can stay eh wile two sea
wails jump inn waives without the wynd’s whiled whales.
April 7, 2015
~2nd Place~
Contest: Only Homo’s Allowed
Sponsor: Jerry T. Curtis
Judged: 04/30/2015
(Homophones)
everytym u tel me dt u nvr gonna change..
bt baby u hv forgot dt 2 faces of cards can tame...
everytym u told me u nevr gonna lie...
bt baby u shud knw dt telin a truth cn be a sign of gudbye...
everytym u told me i wl protct u frevr...
bt baby u shud tk care it dsnt convrtd into possesive nature...
evrytym u told me i wl nevr leave u alone...
bt baby u shud knw dat i nvr wntd 2 live alwaz in ur cyclone...
evrytym u told me i wl bring u gifts and surprises..
bt baby u shud knw dt honesty hs nw taken as a trashes...
evrytym u told me u dt u wl nt gv any chance 2 lt me say...
bt baby u shud knw dt ds poem z 4 u nt for any gay...
though i hv been vry faithful towards u evrytym..
bt u hv taken it as a game of gta vice city crime...
smtyms i jst wnt u 2 shut al bul*****n leave me alone..
bt baby ds brkup status pullin me inside again jst lyk thrown.
since i hope guys u undrstood d problm of ds fake wrld..
dnt take love as a challenge becoz it always turns u in blindfold..
evryone cnnt be prfct so show ur real n dnt turn it into a myth..
so peeps fill lyf wid flowrs jst dnt take ********.....
love pari
if u liked d poem or evn if u hate it..plz gv me ur feedback through ur cmnts..i wl apreciate it..
Always finding the quite of stillness; peaceful waters her, reflections....
Be it here or, perhaps there ? Assembling their higher educational think tanks
Joey bought a condo at Venice while Pamela, drove down from Malibu; her red eye'd
Flights hurry on now, you shan't be late; composed another read through; his puppets
As their strains ? Marching, time it's Piccadilly manifesto; cross'bow ambassadors
Gin and tonic her double agent stewardess, confides ? Marshall Maverick, concealing the ark
Of the covenant; sequestered at Cardinal Bay to be presented his Prince, Beelzeboob's for surety
At Whirlwind Heights for authentication be a declaration; autism avouched of Babylonia's..
Fourteenth century her papacy ? Avignon, canonized at St. Petrarch's, deflowering school and arts ?
Entering now love's air space Tel Aviv'-Jaffa; gallivant's elaboration bubonic's plague; document six sixty
Six with Father Merrin As Regan to witness Historia's, tableau treaty demonic wedding ? Baby Sebastion's
Lucid trans atlantic delusion; vexations wild west Windsor's castle grand patriarch; sovereign jaegers....
Abominations, standing where they ought not be ? Bethlehem's bright morning star their Angels Melchizedek.
Raining today
in the big apple
Yes, this metropolis is still here
Despite the
fact
that
we
have
been attacked
Yes, the masses of people
still long to visit
this "Baghdad on the Hudson"
as O.Henry named it
It is not Paris, Tel Aviv or London
But it is the place
I call home
Personally I think this city
will survive ,flourish and grow
I would cry a river to be away from despear,
I would drink an ocean to have the aches i feel disappear.
I would reel in the moon to have the shackles removed from my feet,
And their is no mountain i wouldn't climb to stop his grinding of my teeth.
I'd walk around the world to hear the noises stop,
I'm prepared to eat the eyes of an eagle to prevent my heart attack.
Or rob a bank , or touch the sun, or cut a star in two,
I'd rather burn in fire than stay this way with you.
I would tour the ocean floors, tear my heart out of my chest,
Take a bullet to my head, Or drill a whole through my left breast.
If it would take away the turmoil, and wash the mud from my brain
And cleanse my heart of impurities, like a treasure washed clean by rain.
Or if it would shine the sun, that would in turn warm my heart,
And melt away this icebox, that turned me cold and torn apart.
I'm desperate to erase the memories, of hurt and loveless times,
Of empty dreams and promises, of things that were never mine.
Just tel me what to, no matter how impossible it may seem,
I just want this feeling to be over, I want the reality of my lifelong dream.
Just one more day with you
one more smile from you.
said you where here to stay,
forever you use to say
then why are you not here today?
could i find the strength to walk away,
if your lie is in my way.
now all i have today,
is our song
the song you use to play,
seating here all alone,
i listen to the words it say,
" you would leave me alone and torn my heart to stone"
was he worth the tear in my eye,
did you not love me enough to try,
why then did u tel me a lie,
cause you said you'd always be there,
but yet you tore out my heart and
left my flash to die,.
better to be loved then to love,
for the pain of a broken heart is one i would not share,
I have lived your lie.
I wawnt ta tel yu sthomthin bowt mee
I has a lithsp an sthomtime I git teesthed
kant sthpel vary goood, thisth ith my phlaw
Sthcool isth fer dumys sesth mye paw
I dosth da lawndrey an da chors
Paw sthays dats justh wat ime phor
Butt I ghot biger planths dan dat
I no paw isth a lyin rat
I sthaved mee dayng neer tin buksths
Awff ta vegasths, wisth mee luk!
If a bomb goes off on a train or bus,
I guarantee the aftermath will not be too fabulous.
If I found myself in Haifa, Jerusalem, or Tel Aviv,
the first thing I would want to do is leave.
I can name so many other places for a vacation.
In the Middle East, staunch hostility surrounds this nation.
They are not shooting at each other in Tahiti.
How many terrorists are roaming in Hawaii?
Amor, you allude like a cloud
To something great
Your name, a promise of Jerusalem
Your exclusive mouth, like water
on my dry lips and deeply vacant chest…
I’ve never touched a cloud
Nor known the inevitable fog
Of falling into you
But now that I know…
You’re not even Tel Aviv to me
Nor San Juan, nor Bayamon
You’re a makeshift castle
A colonizer
Pressing your smooth arms
Tight around my shrugging native heart
At the chance
I offered my hair, my amber perfume
I made my eyes a place to bathe
Your obviously filthy feet
Offhandedly, you spoke of the sea
But all I see- is violence in your city
You spoke of passion as though
It’s synonymous with love
But I see fatherless children
You’re not that man who saves
But the tide which takes me away…
A convincing title
A bait and switch
A hook for virgin lips
And now I’m a bud among weeds
That are due to be cut down
You are among me
Take your shot now
Since I know you shoot me down
Leave me alone, cabron-
You always leave me wanting
And I’m not fighting anymore
I’m dancing on the shore, Puerto Rico
This is my story, here
And la isla sets me free
I am,
or shld i say we r
i cld swear im bipolar
tripolar, quadpolar, grab a cola take a
seat n listen
i jus nid ur earz, i cld neva have ur
heart, believe me i tried
n ma mind?
lost dat so löng ago
i only knw it as consiousnes, its hidin in
ma head sumwere.
I knw its there sumwere coz every otha
day it clicks, in dat breif
moment i experience gud pain
the kind thats just enuf to kip u frm the
bad kind
the kind that leaves an ugly scar
n unlike da duckling time wont make
ths 1 a swan.
I cld have sworn
infact i swear i knw beta
extra extra read al abt it
go ahead n tel the world that im its
smartest fool and if im schooled it can
only mean im
grouped wit da fishes,
gosh im slipin wit da fishes,
lifes maffia's got to me...
Tho its dark, its kinda comfy in this
boot/
trunk SPACIOUS
It must be a be a benzo, maybach : )
always wanted to ride in 1
look how it had to happen
bt i kip smilin
godfather cldnt get me to kis hs pinkie
ring
heck i cld take hm out if you put me in a
ring,
i run wit GOD THE FATHER
n dats y im stil standing
even wen ma whole worlds shaking
nuthn lasts 4eva
certainly not this uncertainity
that has threatend ma sanity,
moments ago my mind clickd
i felt gud pain
ma life jus gathered momentum ima
be aite
and yeah if u stil wonderin, i am nuts
da kinda crazy dat makes people give
their hearts
wen they knw they r playin darts
in the dark wit no hands
yeah dats me
: )
THE END