an old piano
child size
lays in the garbage heap
its body broken
its innards hanging out
on the frame
like the ribs of a skeleton broken into pieces
its ivory keys are separated and cover the ground
its poor, in bad condition and cheap
to many not worth repairing
for most purposes it is dead
only to be remembered by few who knew and loved
Categories:
garbage heap, break up, death, destiny,
Form: Free verse
Knowing Him has made my life
a little brighter.
My burdens seem
a wee bit lighter.
No longer am I torn
by insignificant words;
They belong on the
garbage heap.
My heart's soaring like the birds.
Instead of only that one sad song
I hear an occasional
upbeat tweet!
Categories:
garbage heap, cheer up,
Form: Free verse
ANOTHER DAY OF FLEEING LIFE
Jaundiced eyes peered
from skeletal sockets
reflecting the daily fear:
Not of inevitable death;
but the agony of life another day.
The permanent stoop
of the frail body---aping
a living trophy of submission,
had long prepared its self
to endure the daily scavenge
of the garbage heap:
What a pity;
even a dying man must eat!
Categories:
garbage heap, death, imagery, life, pain,
Form: Prose Poetry
Death In the Cesspool
Forget the dead, there faces never smile,
nor do they fret about life's uphill climb,
but if one must, 'tis good to cry a while,
remembering they've died from age or crime.
Or if you're of a mind to dance and sing,
while laying dead down to their resting place,
the world should never say a single thing,
as life goes on in its redeeming grace.
And if you think you'll never be the same,
what manner of a fool would want to stay,
here in this garbage heap and stupid game;
here in the pits of hell and death's decay?
We'll sanctify the church. Nativity.
The temple mount. The wall.
And drown ourselves in pee.
© ron wilson
Categories:
garbage heap, absence, dark, death, earth,
Form: Sonnet
OH MY GOD I HATE YOUR GOD
I cannot hold back the flood of tears
and it's been that way for years
kids tossed away in a garbage heap
and not even buried the traditional six feet deep
raped, defiled and killed
and this is what your god hath willed
my god is the universe
and I realize that what occurs is oftentimes a curse
but that's real life as I see it to be
and I dig the people who wish to argue with me
they talk about saints, angels and such
while I am witness to horror too much
you want to bury your head in the sand
well go ahead but i'll never understand
explain to me how you pray to a god
who doesn't read the news because he's on the nod
I cannot stop myself from the tears that flow so fluently
and my tear fall so fluidly
so go ahead and pray to a god I choose to damn
and I don't mind risking Him make me a sacrificial lamb
© 2012....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
garbage heap, angst, god, god, me,
Form: Monorhyme
There was a time when
You couldn’t leave my side
We lay in bed
Two lovers waiting in the dark
Wishing the night would never end
Listening to each other’s heartbeat
Instinctively knowing what the other wanted.
Then you turned your back on me
And just had to do your thing
I didn’t care for your new friends
Or was it they didn’t care for me?
You remember, don’t you?
Technically, you’re no longer in my life
But you’re still here
Somewhere deep in my memory
Pushing
Shoving
Clawing
Your way back in
Like you always did.
It’ll be a long, long time
But I’ve waited long enough
For the day
When I completely forget you
Banish you to the garbage heap of bad memories
There’s nothing wrong with the way I feel about you
Next time I’ll be
Stronger
Smarter
Wiser
Determined never to look back.
Categories:
garbage heap, life, care, care, time,
Form: Narrative
I will send you a note
tonight
if I can catch the firefly
in bed
somewhere
in an old worn out basin
down by the river
is left an empty seashell
if I can coil over its rusty fence
and say goodbye
to the coral snake
I will call you
I still carry
the cockroach wing
looking at the Moon
from the garbage heap
where nobody wants to look
should the moon come out
this age old garbage
will begin to change color
growing harmony
in its steps
we too have known Burma,
Vietnam and have been
to Singapore in the classroom; yet
we get the smallest pension
(Wilberforce, 08/12/2011)
Categories:
garbage heap, education, on work and
Form: Blank verse
From the wrecks of time
and life's garbage heap,
the Lily sprouts; nurtured
by the spittle of life's deceit,
energized, fanned by the fierceness
of the gossipy winds.
Burrowing through the slime and
grime of nothingness.
Clambering
over the
rot of rejection, doom-filled prophecies
and the poison of malevolence...shocking
the sleazy script penned by poison pens.
Swaying to the soothing secret melody
of inspiration.
Watered by the strained struggling drops
of faith.
Now,
the Lily holds the reins of
influence in life's rich perspectives.
Categories:
garbage heap, faith, hope, inspirational, life,
Form: Free verse
Flopped like a wilting weed
Wedged in an arid crack,
Gobbled up the spurt of seed
And floundered on the back,
Spurned and cast away,
Swallowing with glee,
Begone, I tell myself,
As quick as you can be.
Flopped like a dying bloom
Dumped on a garbage heap,
Gobbled up in ashen flesh
And compost ridden sleep,
Spurned and then forgot,
A courtesan of lies,
Depart, I pray of her,
Depart and damn your eyes.
Categories:
garbage heap, allegory, angst, death, loss,
Form: Verse