There is a place
Beyond reason
Where people go
Without believin'
...in the unknown
No sickness or disease
No aging...
No sex, no race, no color
No....difference
No voice
Babies with bubbles in their mouths
Mothers without affection
Dereliction
Movement without purpose
Slavery a better state
Nations abandoned
...to become
HUMANOID
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09/17/2021
I am not abstract shapeless
I’ve shape, born in the human body
You can draw me also
Without seeing, in imaginative structure
Although it’ll not be exactly to see
Yet you can draw with conceivable meditation
In the decorations of the scenery you can give
The shadow of the universal nature
In my shaped canvas
You can give all colors by poetic words
I am not a saint in the meditation of amorphous almighty
Though I am; yet, won't be disappeared this humanoid
02.11.2020 Chittagong
A Humoristic Humanoid
After having drunk another shot,
Ended up having a big blood clot;
Weather fair;
Felt despair;
And out cold in the ER got caught.
Jim Horn
I thought I was a rock
Not vulnerable but strong
Overcoming any block
It's a pity I was wrong
I thought I was a bird
Always flying free
But now that sounds absurd
With all that I can see
I thought I was a mountain
Always standing tall
But it's impossible when someone's shouting
You're ever so tiny and small
I thought I was a tree
Feet planted on the ground
It was only what I wanted to be
Due to the chaos all around
But I am a mere humanoid
Vulnerable and weak
Trapped inside the endless void
Of never finding what I seek
Demonic rustle grey hair,
With piercing purple eyes,
Ironic half crescent smile,
Descending Angel cliff nose,
Ancient twin crater ears,
Muscular god like form,
Titanium arms and hands,
Sand blasted concrete legs,
Son of the morning and night,
Neither a sense of good or
bad,
A sentinel being not of nature,
It does not love, hate or care.
Is he first man made cyborg?
Or the devil hand made
zombie?
Did God forget to give him a
soul?
Is he in the land of the living
or dead?
A million died in his hands,
Demons,angels and human
from every land,
Trying to use him for their
selfish ambition,
Only to bring back total
destruction upon themselves .
There is no judgement for
him,
No trial, for what he did,
Now there is a blood price on
his head,
By decree from powerful kings
and priests.
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Leonora Galinta
Halloween Poem
theme......
Dark eyes with darker pupils staring here
Glazed over with a prejudice within
They look with venom, wonder, hope, and fear
They’re not guilty- just victims of the sin
Deep wounds with deeper anger caught inside
Red blood slides down to join the tears and sweat
Caught in the dark, there’s still no place to hide
The ship sails on an ocean of regret
White sails with whiter masters lead the way
Though every shade had captained SS Hate
Many the trips and many the people with no say
As time plows on toward wealth or death or fate
The scars of violence stain our history
Why are we our own greatest enemy?
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