The Song Of A Poet
(Dedicated To Amirah Akilu)
The song of the rain
Preaching us to farm
And be workaholics!
The song from the stream
Administer us to refresh our life
For being good and aesthetic!
The song voices by the birds
Is the most beautiful and sexy
How that it could be?
'Tis twirling lights tonight
And even when the sun born the rays
O! They sing to crown-molding!
I'm gleeful for being with you
As the preacher of our thatches area —just
To make our togetherness in the future
What is life when feud friended?
Life wouldn't be continued murmuring
But it will be in a regular retrogression.
Have mercy to each other
And not forget about the Almighty God
In any colour you blink thy eyes
Stand very chubby for His shaping
Because one day it will be no more
And it will slip away in your life.
© Muhammad Abdulhamid kumo
*Image of Cardinal & Rose by WatsonWR.
The Friendly Strangers
The Cardinal dodged its harpy,
And hides amongst a Rose,
The Cardinal notes its sturdy,
The Rose's regal pose.
The Rose's blossom velvet red,
The Cardinal blend and,
The parity of the Rose stead,
The Cardinal friended.
The Rose petals opened and spread,
The Cardinal wings too,
The dangerous predator fled,
They both had guessed it flew.
The Cardinal now unafraid,
The Rose smelled of relief,
Thanks, the Rose for the masquerade,
Parts bird and bud in grief.
2023 January 09
*10th Place*
SECOND CHANCE
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2023 January 18
*RZ & HMS.
lets be friends ,you and me
together we can try to be free
ill tell you one and many lies
till you believe in my disquise
ill be your friend and own your mind
till all you do is try to find
search for me ,yes you will
i can give you the ultimate thrill
the tricks i play in this game
will render you never the same
ill steal your soul,to never return
take you to hell and watch you burn
i will command your thoughts and drive you insane
watching you as i steal your brain
you came to me for some cheap high
now your mother starts to cry.
your friends are gone,some are dead
your family is broken,is enough said?
you will try to escape me
but i will never let you be free
others have tried to run from me
but they cant escape my tyranny
we are now friends, you and me
as we lay together cant you see
as you die ,ill be there
pretending that i give a care
you friended me ,remember that
many nicknames i go by
whatever you call me is up to you
i own you now ,own your soul
i am ice ,i am rock,
i am crystal meth
i am evil and cause death,
do not try and be my friend
stay away till your end
An e-mail; from Facebook.
I have been Un-Friended by five people.
I do not have a Facebook page,
but I am very upset.
I’m left thinking why’d I bother treating some I’ve met proper they take then its forgotten one day it all turns rotten, what’s with them both men and women, don’t communicate explanations, hide like a lunatic need investigation, we were once great friends now it’s avoidance I guess mates end to my annoyance and frustration as I cannot trace them see faces or replace them, were we ever great friends when damage deepens and displaces creating space with ease, links free up and paths release, alive but deceased, memories of many remain now masquerading as pain, guess people change grow estranged nothing stays the same, but with new should I do it again help when they strain, entertain plenty watch it empty with stains, cus I hate seeing him or her when it’s not, so why bother
Wrestling naked bears in the fleeting flames of folly
Alone against the backdrop of hazed mountain
lone fireflies pour from moon’s lightning fountain
challenging the red faced lady bugs
to go away - there’d be no parting hugs
Obese owls panting warn their mousey prey
they too grown fat since things had turned their way
had taken shapes to make Walt Disney’s mice look lean
caused the sated cats to jiggle as they preen
Velvet dogs had played strip poker with the bears
left them at the table covering their rears
naked now, they hide behind a tree
growling – move on nothing here to see
I joined the bears in a quick skinny dip
that is until they gave me some cheap lip
they never saw the pictures that I took
until I friended them on their faceebook
And as the fireflies ignite the night
tcold, naked bears are staying out of sight
plump owls watch the dogs of velvet ways
moving through the foggy mountain haze
John G. Lawless
©6/9/2019
I was shy at twenty, afraid to look in mirrors,
Scared of what I saw.
I remember the first time I looked in one and saw that I was pretty.
I gasped, and it frightened me.
I felt proud and ashamed.
I am so beyond that now,
feeding my muse with happy antidotes,
flinging poetry and art onto canvases, confident
I am doing so well it might embarrass another, not me.
I was hesitant when I was twenty,
Careful to not alienate anyone,
Never using a swear word,
Hoping everyone would like me.
I have fifteen hundred facebook friends now.
I had eighteen hundred, but I de-friended three hundred of them.
Unfriended them, unfollowed them, and loved every second of it.
Knowing now the only opinion I care about is mine.
Today I thoroughly approve of the "me" I have created.
Trixie my muse is my pirate queen.
We take no prisoners now, and make no apologizes.
When the phone rings we laugh -slaves, and minions to no one.
Mirrors make us happy.
When I was twelve
I had a pen pal.
Letters came back and forth months at a time.
I waited a long time for words from my Peep.
Not anymore. Now I have Facebook Pen Pals.
Their words come instantly.
Good words. Bad words. Kind words. Crazy words.
Like when I was 12, some I know very little about.
Just what they write.
Some were complete strangers until we started playing word games.
Others were long lost peers I never intended to keep in touch with again.
But I did.
They all have one thing in common.
They "friended" me.
Friending was not led by thought or reason of any kind
at first.
If they asked, I said yes.
At one time I had 1800 Facebook "friends"
But then I remembered.
Some people are mean.
They say mean things.
They write mean things.
I had to let them go.
I unfriended them.
In a few weeks, I unfriended over three hundred of them.
I am down to 1500 Facebook friends.
Because the others were just not enough like me
to keep.
Worse, their words made me sad.
They never stopped being mean.
The rest are pen pals.
I know little about them
but their words...
You are always supposed to make someone
else think that it is their idea and thought.
My Future Poem of the Day
Such a great poet am becoming and being
My poems are worth reading and seeing
After you read them and they have ended
They were splendid and me you friended.
Eventually will know you in a certain way
Thank you for kind words you had to say
And you may say I possess an obsession
My poems to make outstanding impression.
Now that this poem has come to a close
What I will want to do as well as suppose
Much attention like me good poets need
Hope this plants thought along with seed.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
(for Chris Greenwood)
Sometimes, mate
The finger of fate
Uncomfortable, maybe
And fickle
May deliver a blow
But it’s better, you know
Than the tickle
That comes
From a sickle
All shall be well
And all shall be well
All manner of things
Are intended
So contemplate this
As they’re taking the p*ss
Sometimes fate
Is a mate
To be friended
by Gail
There once was a crow that needed some doe,
However- this crow was the farmers foe...
This crow's name was Prince,
He had absolutely no sense!
He wanted to fly away,
But found obligation to stay.
He found him a girl,
She took him on a whirl.
They had a nice flight to their honeymoon spot,
But then Prince found a horse on a trot.
He friended the horse,
Who was brilliant- of course.
He was friends with the pig,
Who- of course- was quite big.
Then the crow met a bird,
Who was kind of a turd.
He thought himself noble,
But was in fact strobile.
One evening at dawn,
Crow's girl found him gone.
The crow flew to the snows,
And finally was froze...
I am used to people being
Mean and rude to hurt my feelings
But I never thought I'd see
The day YOU would turn on me
I am in dismay and shocked
Its like you turned around and knocked
Me right in the heart and chest
After I gave you the best
Years you will know and ever find
You were treated oh so kind
Until a bad crowd friended you
I did my hardest to get through
To your inner soul but there
Was no way I could compare
To the mind games they were playing
No matter what I was saying
You ignored my good advice
Carefully think hard and twice
About if they are true friends
Or using you in the end
Every day your turning more
Into someone so hard core
Making me feel like trash
Harsh words you would use to bash
Me into a hurting wreck
Is there even just one speck
Of my friend buried somewhere
Who used to love, respect, and care
About others all the time
Emotions stopped on a dime
Fastly they're starting to fade
Because of the "bad" upgrade
Your new friends have given you
Crying I am left so blue
Lo, we have become the machines of our machines and the cast of our own memories.
You know you’re getting old when you look forward to the past.
A past revealed like an onion being peeled back.
The tears can sneak up on you.
Friends long remembered, pop in at the stroke of a finger.
So inversely wonderful to have more friends from high school than I had in high school.
People seem so much more resilient than my memory.
I suppose friends concentrate over time while my recollection is ever more dilute.
So many un-friended faces still swim through my turbid mind.
Echoes and Ghosts, Echoes and Ghosts...
In past Decembers, when my cards
Were purchased, sealed and stamped,
I wrote so many that, for sure,
My fingers burned and cramped.
I mailed them out and knew I’d get
As many in return;
It wasn’t always tit for tat,
But that was no concern.
Yet lately, though, the same routine –
My cards stacked up and inked,
Will yield far fewer back to me –
They’re practically extinct.
Perhaps when e-cards made the scene,
The need for real ones ended;
Or possibly, this busy life
Has left me more un-friended.
But either way, I mailed a lot
And so far, got just five.
It seems that this tradition
May be one that won’t survive.
My holiday is Chanukah.
It’s earlier this year;
So maybe as December fades,
More greetings will appear.
This could well be an omen, though.
Of course, I’m just supposing –
But here’s more proof the postal service
Likely will be closing!
ALL THE PEOPLE I THOUGHT I COULD TRUST
THE TRUST IS NO LONGER THERE
ALL THE PEOPLE I THOUGHT WERE REAL
HAS TURNED OUT TO BE FLAW
ALL THE PEOPLE I THOUGHT WERE FOR ME
HAS EVENTUALLY TURNED AGAINST ME
ALL THE PEOPLE I THOUGHT I COULD COUNT ON
HASNT RESPONDED TO MY CALL
ALL THE PEOPLE THAT BE FRIENDED ME
HAS BECAME MY ENEMIES
ALL THE PEOPLE I THOUGT WERE IN MY LIFE FOR A REASON
HAS ONLY BEEN THERE FOR A SEASON
ALL THE PEOPLE I THOUGHT WERE MY RIDE OR DIE
WHEN HELL ERUPTED THEY NO LONGER SHOWED THEIR FACES
ALL THE PEOPLE I THOUGHT HAD SUPPORTED MY EVERY MOVE
HAS SPOKEN AGAINST
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