AFTER I finish this poem and all
the alphabets are in bed
you can walk with me down the hill
where the stream is, lady
where fish dream they are stars
(now this blows my mind -- but
there they are)
Looking within their eyes with a
suddenly unsaid voice they spoke
while smoking mexican grass
And the toads croak lightly
singing, "Run upon the stones
across our river"
I ran and stepped across all
the stones and crevasses
and I found myself upon the Mountain
And there came a poetess who sang,
"Come, hold my hand, along brittle
treacherous bright streets
of memory -- ooh, come my heart,
you idiot, yealing like a drunken man!
We can be asleep, elsewhere our dreams begin
run upon my stones:
Ici? Ah non. Mon chéri, il fait trop froid.
I say again, "Here? Oh no. My drear, it is
too cold!"
The farm is in ice so Chevaux do bois!
:: 06.05.2024 ::
Brolley Hit
Give me something small
No big bomb or aircraft carrier needed
A little virus on the tip of a pin
Ready to inject you viral death
Not fall down dead a few days
Starts with a fever then more
Doctor thinks it’s a cold or flu
It's a bit more serious but shhh!
Don't alert the authorities
Before the operative escapes
Another KGB hit on a scientist
More Cold War superpower woes
Daggers in the dark jab a scientist
On a Manchester bridge with a brolley
How else to stop the weapon programs?
Poem Sanged
Daddy.Vibes..(written for someone I know and I feel their pain so)
Listen.. hold me close and not far.. plz. hold me close to you.
Don't reach for me and be too far..
I'm just getting to know you and who you are.
i'm just getting to know you.
Hold me close and not far.
Your the reason why i am who i am.
why some things are the way they are.
So hold me closer.
I want that attention..
Oh must I mention i wanna know you.
I'm calling repeatedly.
I know i don't get answers every time. hold me closer.
But its been way too long.
pick up the phone, your important to me.
and I've waited my whole life long.
To kno who you are mr.
Don't wanna seem desperate
But I'm a part of you, you you and
I wanna get to know you.
Mr. busy busy busy I wanna know who you are
pic up the phone.
I want to hear you talk to me.
Mr. talk to me.. oh I'm still calling you.
Something in my soul.
got me callin you. something in my soul.
got me seekin searching
longin to get to know you.
Mr. Come through..
My Dna has much to say..
its in my soul Mr. see about me..
give a care I pray!
Finding a Long lost pops.
by selinashardaye
Time is the strictest and most honest man
I ever see
Man like to tell beautiful lies
To restrict aging, to maintain youth
Amazing and wonderful
But no matter what are the efforts
All will be ended up by white lies themselves
No matter where're the longitude and latitude
Jet lag is only for the eyes
But not for the body
The biological clock
The life span
Where time is the only judge
When papa brought me home, I felt loved from the start.
I had no problem giving all of you my whole heart,
You all never made me feel like canine, I was family.
I was protective towards you all; I gave all of me,
When I ran out the gate, I ran after my little brother
Aimed to keep him safe; had strong bond with one another,
But I never made it across the street I was hit by a car;
I was hurt badly; all I could think was, it wasn't that far.
And where was my little brother? Was he safe and ok?
My life was fleeting; he came by my side that awful day.
dear mother,
your nurturing is so warm that my DNA denatures because of it,
but at the same time your neutral appearance reseals it.
my bonding to you is like protein structure it takes step to become strong,
like primary, secondary ,tertiary and quaternary structure.
whenever i see you mom, my pitutary start releasing oxytocin,
that gives a positive feedback to my brain.
you are the 3 line of defence of my body,
simply you are oxygen of my life,
as without you cellular respiration and vital organs will not work.
A glance is enough - She is hot stuff
It is love of a fashion - This steamy passion
She bites off his head - So he is dead
A mantis is born - The next dawn
Dual Role
The factory was a dual role one
It was a great division of labour
And of resources making double the profit
On a Monday it made polonium
And on a Tuesday it made baby milk
And on a Wednesday it made anthrax
And on a Thursday it made flour
And on a Friday it made cyanide
And on a Saturday it made sugar
And on a Sunday it made strychnine
This was a factory of war and peace
It depended on the day
It was worked in three shifts
7 days a week
365 days a year
Feeding nation’s civilians
And poisoning the enemies
from Side of the Hill – Varied Poems... Nick Armbrister
since the birth of love-
love learns to fly
through the dark of night
body to body,
veins to veins,
under the broken moonlit,
crossing the owl sight,
besides the bamboo bush,
under the half-broken thatched made roof,
in the other land,
by another sheath-shaped barrier device (condom)!
-April 28, 2019, Chattogram
We are all creatures of time: tick-tock, tick-tock
A finely tuned machine is our biological clock
Set into motion by the hand of God
It eases us gently into the Land of Nod
Lets us know when we awaken too soon
Curls up with us at night in winter's cocoon
And yet, it seems to me it's not been perfected
As these two glitches I long ago detected
Days are long, while years speed by
And how afternoons at work do slow down, Oh my!
When I'm with you,
Time stops.
The paradox: Time goes,
Like the thin web a dream becomes upon waking, barely discernable and then just a feeling it leaves a trace of emotion and then gone.
Those moments you can never get back and each moment and exchange of ideas, breath sending out sound waves to reverberate my malleolus, incus, stapes, and amplify in my cochlea, sending neurological impulse my cochlear nerve you reach me,
Some say words get in the way.
Your words, you, you become part of me.
And when your words stop, even when you are gone
I have them with me as if
When I am with you.
biological
clock ticking away
baby factory
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Ah, when men are men not mere fools
Then to be men means more than just
Dangling biological tools
Wise young women must hunt for clues
To find those few whom they may trust
Wise men who do not punt with fools
Care and crave those family jewels,
But palm them off if pawn you must,
Haggling the cost more handy tools
Don’t treat asses like they’re good mules
Asses get thrashed while mules stay trussed
Young women must know men from fools
Hearts and hands may both be cruel
Hard or soft likewise they may crush
Be wise: bad workers blame their tools
Beasts may prey, so may Beauty fool,
Betray their love, give in to lust…
Men and women may both be fools
Poor hearts, poor handling, blaming tools.
22/07/2016
A mathematician once stated to me,
That H-2-O is water you see,
So in a sly whim
I barked back at him
Can you tell me what is K-NINE-P.
Important to note the date!
© Ben Burton 4-17-1961
Though nature is a miracle of fragrance, sound, and sight
What can compare with tadpoles turning into butterflies
To think that dainty creature with its wings in flurried flight
Was once a polly-wolly-doodle all the day and night
Now see the creepy caterpillar slinking up the stem
He's squishy, green, and yellow and whatever color blends
But mostly he's repulsive, no one wants to be like him
Til his cocoon brings forth a frog as every young boy's friend
If you prefer the butterfly, then shoo them off of logs
For if they light they might become a snack for some big frog
You'd think by now a butterfly would come equipped with claws
But evolution always has been fraught with endless flaws
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