A mother walks through bullets for bread
A child through shellfire for a sip of grain
Young girls bleed in corners quietly
Toddlers die in mothers' arm from thirst.
This is the plot, world is writing on,
Poets, presidents, painters even parrots
all scribbling words on rubbles and ruins.
An aid truck hums like ice cream van
drawing children to their deaths.
Graves are homes, morgues have IV drips
beeping machines mourn louder than mothers.
This is the setting, leaders are banking on.
Protestors, professors, publishers even pilgrims
all parading pain for policies and propaganda.
Camera's click as children chase compassion
Aid drops flutter like dying doves
every countable rib is a bestseller,
Prime time feeds on man-made famine.
This is the climax, audience is locked on
Photographers, producers, preachers even podcasters
all packaging pain for premieres and praise.
This is the modern-day Macbeth where power demands
we slit our conscience to wear crowns.
Guilt is a graveyard and every prophecy is screaming
from scorched soil to sear our souls.
Categories:
countable, evil,
Form: Free verse
THE SCAR OF PAIN
The Mixtures of Pain,
The Countable seconds,
Being the utter most irritant,
Mumbling to Share.
At the Time,
Realising the Past,
that had a Bad Faith,
Harassed with pain.
The mind never goes refreshed,
But the voice of others,
Being filled as the scar..
Never knows how to treat it with,
Need to help myself ...
Cause i own my life and my mind.
Categories:
countable, faith, feelings, meaningful,
Form: Free verse
God told Abraham his descendants would be
as many as the stars of the sky…
…as the sands of the sea
Single stars are countable
as are grains of sand...
...at least theoretically
Abraham, yet childless, accepted G-d’s word
~ giving nary a thought to practicality
Categories:
countable, analogy, children, faith, god,
Form: Rhyme
There was so much to speak
And so much to listen
Time with you was countable
And eternity left ahead
The smile was soft;
tears still concealed
Silence was heavy
But no one broke it
Words on tip of tongue were never expressed
One tear escaped the cage
And a goodbye was heard without having been said.
Categories:
countable, silence,
Form: Free verse
Money
A single metal penny or a piece of paper
I am countable with infinite power
I am ambiguous whether I can buy happiness
I can buy everything that makes one’s comfort
A share of mine can ease the house chores
A piece of mine can buy the joy of a toddler
A bit of mine can buy a rose for a lover
A part of mine can help to fly and dive
I disclose truth of people when I leave your side
With me you are powerful otherwise you’re fragile
I have many forms of luxury
that can make someone smile
Who says I can’t buy happiness
I am a moderator to buy forms of joy
Instead I can’t buy love with sorts of attitude of my possessor
I am that which you want to keep safe
I am the breaker and also ligature
That makes your friends and foes
I am a blessing to the poor
I can fill the palate of a hunger
I can smack a nation into dust
I can cover a body with cloth
With me you can get all articles
Without me you are nonentity in the world.
Categories:
countable, adventure, beautiful, emotions, family,
Form: Free verse
The door of insightful light has opened. No wall there is; no roof and window but the roots as its foundation there are. No dark night and slippery daylight there are. No countable moment there is. It’s a light of perpetual life where every single part of nature is present, where seen and unseen every thoughtful existence is present.
Light in web of speech
Enlightens all through wisdom
Just be thyself roots
-February 05, 2023
It Means A Lot To Me Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Categories:
countable, poetry, poets, power, self,
Form: Haibun
like lightning flashes by
It all went on so quickly, despite all the risks we allowed our love take control
Shouting the rest of the world away
My heart would take time to heal
like a joke, I played with my feeling
For the first time I put me before all other
and will do all over again
Our moments spent together were well pleasing
but are very unforgettable
like the universe, we couldn't define what we were
but what we felt is real
Held each other so close and letting go each time was like inseparable
Like putting apart of ingredients of a tea
like the life of a mosquito, it was a short experience but with life time memories
With every conversation so touching
Every kiss so healing, tho they're countable
like Russia and Ukraine, we are at war
Could we ever move pass this?
Could we be vulnerable around each other again?
Will we ever be mad at each other for no reason again?
like math 101, these questions are hard to answer
Gap hard to fill, unreachable distance now
What were we? did us even happen?
I miss you everyday LîÑk
Categories:
countable, black love, depression, funny
Form: Rhyme
When I was born
the light was in other people’s eyes.
warm hands coddled
spills of milky mew-shaped thirsts
dabbed at my whiteboard mind.
I began to wink the world into shapes;
as a new Loosely fleshed presence
I turned listless in the blood-warm bud.
Early things showed up to crowd my eyes,
back-lit beings leaned over a bar of sound,
spoke in warm froth.
Nameless images came and went
red and yellow plastic spheres and beakers
some had mouths to sooth raw and runty wonders,
all as incomprehensible as a wet nose.
Then that light-box of undeveloped things
fell apart only to come together;
I saw the garb of perception
arise from a fitting room floor.
A wind-tossed leaf entered my empty stage
green was no longer a shadow crossing
a white faceless backdrop.
There I was,
an early thing, gathering yeast
for an as yet un-kneaded brain
watching and sorting visions of returning caregivers,
and the nameless similitudes
that sometimes cooed, or that passed-by me
latter to be horded, made to be
countable.
Categories:
countable, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Brace For Impact
Brace for impact with tact
and promptness
to access success
on venture or adventure
at present or in future.
Meet the challenge at any range.
Brace for impact
Act, react or interact:
Always in progress
proceeding dauntless
never to regress!
Even if to endure failure.
Work if gone wrong.
Stay stable and strong
Rectify and correct.
To be precise and perfect
Keep your head erect.
Honest approach with sporty spirit:
Victory or defeat not the criterion.
Dynamism is the countable credit.
Whatever be the environ
Calm cool or turbulent
Hopeful or despondent
Confront at every front
Face fearful fact.
Brace for impact.
Title chosen Brace For Impact
06/13/22
This or That Vol.12
Contest by Edward Ibeh
Categories:
countable, 12th grade, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Some See
David J Walker
Some see sun
Some see none
some
see
the sum of
light and countable
luminations
Some see night
and fear
As the first creation
Falling near
Failing feint
supplications
Some see music
Dancing in bright hues
and tunics
tied to
what might be true
To flight
and memorization
Some see
the sea
in mountainous
waves
and crave the honors
of the brave
and celebration
Some see nothing
At the end
of every road
losing to infinite
Calibrations
Categories:
countable, light,
Form: Free verse
Everything in mood music
Cosmic infinite daily,
Dark or sunny
Winter drops in air my heart flyer.
Dark colour of my skin
In smoky vividness of dying sun,
Thy body is me
Or large infinite countable universe.
Two pillars of lifetime life
Creation of creator right or wrong,
Somewhere in whole
Watching throughout a hole.
Brain shy to explore
Loosing memory daily slowly,
Ray of sunshine bindind light
Away from my sight.
Categories:
countable, age, beautiful, depression, fear,
Form: Free verse
One day sirens will cross the roads wailing,
In an attempt to clear the blocked paths,
Immovable stones, lifeless souls,
To avoid mishaps
A faint heartbeat persists,
A hopeless sound
None too sweet
Unheard by the passer byes
Heard by the birds in skies
Sirens will continue wailing
Chasing across the endless roads
With a hope too high too fatal
Occupied by a person
Unconscious inside
With breaths too shallow
Too low to decipher.
The sirens will go on wailing
Followed by none
Mourned by none
One day
Amidst the siren wailing
The heart beats
Those now countable breaths
Will fade
One day
That heart beat will stop
Sighs will be blessed
Breathes will collapse
The soul will finally escape
Between the siren's wail.
Categories:
countable, angst, dark, death, deep,
Form: Free verse
‘Put your best foot forward’, old hat
Now ‘Put your best face forward’
The more, the merrier
Isn’t it so Dear?
As if like Demon King, Ravana
You had ten faces
“Ten?”
More than ten
A face for every occasion
But then
‘The best one’
Reserved
‘Reserved for whom?’
Not for you
Not for me
But
That narcissistic selfie
And then to wallow in
‘Likes’
Oh! Don’t be stupid
Not that so yesterday
‘I like you’
But this so modern
‘Everybody likes me’
‘Like’- that abstract feeling
Has suddenly become countable
But then
These likes
Come with a condition
‘You like me’
And then, in turn
‘I like you’
A perfect
‘Give and take’
For all those
On-line friends’ sake
Now amongst the race
For these likes
Where is the real you?
Suffocating beneath
The mound of ‘likes’
‘Phew’!
But why should it bother you
Your life
Dependent on your face
And your face
Dependent on others’ ‘likes’
So, please continue on
Put your best face forward
There’s nothing called ‘Real’
In this fictitious world
So, why should you alone be bothered?
Categories:
countable, satire,
Form: Blank verse
Epitomy and Symettry of Trump Stupidity
We started being enveloped by epitome,
Of what did turn out to be the symmetry,
Not countable;
Unsurmountable,
Amount of Trump's surreptitious stupidity.
Jim Horn
Categories:
countable, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Countable time,
Just worth with days,
And thousands of hours...
Mind caught you as a snap,
& never gonna be erased...
Its been years,
Just wanna hug u
Love you always i do...
Categories:
countable, cheer up,
Form: ABC
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