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Burning Bridges

What will it take you make you learn
There are bridges you don't burn
Some things you just shouldn't be
Messing with or you will see
How it comes back haunting you
You should really think it through
Before the trouble you are stirring
Gets somebody's anger whirring
Smack dab right int your direction
Heed my warning and suggestion
There are times you walk away
Turn around and do not stay
Where you cause so much disaster
Inside you are full of laughter
But there's no joke a while after
The  bridges you burned will soon fall
From the fire you install
As the flames of hurtful heartache
Start burning higher as they take
Everyone around you in
A fiery tale-spin
That will end up in hot ember
And these ashes you'll remember
As they leave a burning scar
Of a joke you took to far

INT-EXT SHE?

In the world of introverts and extroverts, she is unknown
She adapts herself with the person she attaches to
Is this a real place for her to be grown
Or just a mere illusion, still to be known.

Is being an introvert glorified to know the inner-self 
Or an extrovert connects to the world nicely
But what if she doesn't know who she is herself
Writing this poetry to express her feelings precisely.

Whispering To Thee

Be thou wet and seasoned,
for we are richly mulled
int the wine of quiet passions.

Catch my breath
in your hungry mouth,
bleed into my veins
as purple as wine.

I want you under and over
my wanting hand,
like a white dove
fluttering
with featherlight desires,

those needs
of the eternal flame
that will not
depart
my beating,
or un-beating heart,
nor ever wither.

The Crystal Palace

Agonizing hours blend int days,
Morning, noon, and night;
Trivial things, mere details,
Who spends time thinking about
What means nothing to you?

Poisonous clouds infect the air,
Invading and corroding every
Nearby surface, leaving no mistake
Of poisons that come in waves,
Through tunnels and into dark caverns
Stabbing the brain with a bitter, twisted knife.

Through adjustable chambers that
Penetrate and deliver their unholy burden,
Waves of agony and ecstasy burst forth
Drawing another sheep into the fold.

Through turbulent and raging winds,
Passed through beads of glass,
Shrouds of tender death
Freezing all life it meets into dust.

Two shades left of alive
With one foot in the grave
Staggering up and over again
To keep the fire burning still.

A mind encased by fetters,
A body crippled and broken
Keeping the wheel spinning
Without ever slowing down.

Nostalgic

Never can dreaded oppressive oblivion
Order the blotting out of parents’ legacy poured into
Soul and heart of mine with memories so precious
Testifying faithful fellowship, forever triumphant
Affirming love, affectionately prevalent amidst nostalgia
Lingering in family bonds, beyond the temporal
Glowing against departure toward eternity --- bringing
Influence upon goodness’ impact, smiting “missing you” ennui
Cheering by God’s grace* along home-sweet-home lyric.

*Psalm 84:11 For the LORD God is a sun and shield: the LORD will give grace and glory: no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly. 

December 3, 2020
3rd place, "ANY NEW ACROSTIC ABOUT NOSTALGIA" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier; judged on 1/9/2021.

My Favourite Songs

I saw you across the room
You were with my best friend
Dancing to a slow song -Harvest Moon
You held her tightly in your arms
Then planted a passionate kiss
Oh Its My Party and i will cry if I want to
Cry if I want to and I did

I was deeply hurt and shocked
If You Could Read My Mind 
You would know my hurtful thoughts
Oh my heart aches so badly 
So your friend came up to me
He spoke calmly softly
He called me Blue Angel
Said he would never leave me 
Feelings he had for me was strongBlue Bayyou

Strong feelings for me
He said "Together we would go
to the BlueBayou where the 
sailboats go a float int Blue Bayou

Shahid Minar

I
come all through
year

before the
dawn
sun rising

this is path
for the remembrance
with flowers

they all died for us,
mother tongue
for country peoples

I'm independent
today none can force to speak
in another tongue

this small flower oblation
from me for honor
though they did great for us all

from that nineteen fifty two
the Shahid Minar standing in heart
with revered love for martyr

to remind value of mother tongue
Twenty First February
comes as the Int. Mother Language Day


-February 20,2020 Chattogram 



****
note

The idea to celebrate International Mother Language Day was the initiative of Bangladesh. In Bangladesh 21 February is the anniversary of the day when Bangladeshis fought for recognition for the Bangla language


Syllabic Form as below-
1+3+1
3+1+3
3+5+3
5+3+5
5+7+5
7+5+7
7+9+7
9+7+9

Heart Space

Holds 
Each love
Anchored with
Reflections years
Tint

Sweet
Port keeps
All those loved
Cherished 'till time
Ends




... CayCay
March 17, 2019

Noise

can you hear
the silence int he noise
it beckons for me too come
it screams my name
just as i screams its
Noise 
the savor of my sorrow 
the sustenance of my spirit
the world is filled with noise 
it overflows and yet i starve
i lay in the dark
the abyss of my inner thoughts
i drown myslef the Noise 
Bands scream into my head
yet i still can hear the silence 
my thoughts and i still suffer
once the Bands stop
my tears start again 
the silence in the noise
the only shelter i have left
silence in the noise
that is what saves me the best

T' Blocks of Life

If I were t' build missen a cottage
Ad build it i' Yorkshire stooan
Ad chuyse it cos it's best thaa c'n get
betta building blocks, ther is nooan.

If I ad t' carve missen an epitaph
t' let fowk knooa who ad bin
Ad crave I Yorkshire stooan, hi,
Cos' an alternative ad be a sin.

If I wa t' delve inta me past
T' see what ad made an impression
it's likely ad fynd Yorkshire stooan top o t' list
An ad mchuyse it wi'art concession.

Wetha showin' as nature intended
at 'Ardcastle crag or int' ills
Or in t' quaary, waitin fot' delver
or blackened bi t' istory and t' mills.

Yorkshire stooan is our Yorkshire 'ome
Weeriva this gran grit is laid
Ivvery block is t' sooal of a Yorkshireman
Ivvery block is t' istort made.

Burning Bridges

What will it take you make you learn
There are bridges you don't burn
Some things you just shouldn't be
Messing with or you will see
How it comes back haunting you
You should really think it through
Before the trouble you are stirring
Gets somebody's anger whirring
Smack dab right int your direction
Heed my warning and suggestion
There are times you walk away
Turn around and do not stay
Where you cause so much disaster
Inside you are full of laughter
But there's no joke a while after
The  bridges you burned will soon fall
From the fire you install
As the flames of hurtful heartache
Start burning higher as they take
Everyone around you in
A fiery tale-spin
That will end up in hot ember
And these ashes you'll remember
As they leave a burning scar
Of a joke you took to far

I'M a Survivor

They say you escape death six times
in your life time
I beg to differ
I survived the birth canal
growing up int the 70's
eating off the land
eating cat food 
eating mud pies
I've survived child birth
stitches
stretch marks
surgery 
iv's
working in factories
a  hospital
fast food restaurants,
but no one's really prepared me
to suvrive life in general
waking up and breathing is a gift
a gift some people mis-use
by drugs, making the wrong decisions
or just not living
I choose to survive everyday
to enjoy life and all it's greatness
I choose to survive the bad,
sad and happiness
Because I'm a Survivor

Prelude To Light

Vindictive and vicious is the night
 as grim and gruesome shadows shroud 
 the light, an opaque cloud darkens the moon
 as frightened creatures scurry at awful and annoying howls
finding cover int the bushes, or behind a monolith
in a a museum of the unseen
 

 the heavens are fortunate now
 As a prelude to the morning comes
 to patronise the morning
 sun, amazing is the light of dawn
 delightful in its clarity, opening up to a new day
 The victorious sun shines bright
 taking pride in the strength of its rays
 As an oval cloud rides the wind
                         ----
7/14/16

No Love

5,6,7,8 counting the days that i have known and loved you. the days that you caught my attention with your charm. counting the days that we have been friends but wanting more. wanting to know the feeling of your kiss the feeling of your touch and wanting to look int your eyes and never leave you.
8,7,6,5 counting down the days of how much longer my love for you will last. never wanting to know your touch for all you are is a bunch of lies all you are is a fake and a cheat. how much longer will you take my heart and throw it down and allow it to shatter on the floor like a glass vase allowing it to stay and never to be glued back together. better hurry for your days of having my love are being cut short.

Jackie Oily Palms

JACKIE OILY PALMS

I recall them days that i lived
at the east coast of Kenya
then a college boy

We lived at the hostels near customs
in a place near an animal orphanage
Hallers park- near Bombolulu town

Where coastal s loved to partake
sweet palm wine straight from
the palm trees all over the region

Me Georgie and Jackie
then best of buddies
went to try out the wine

Started out on the real wine
before they offered us 'cham'
claiming its oil from the palms

First taste i know its locally distilled spirits
very potent and lethal.. i edge my buddies off
but despite.. they decide to partake the spirit

back to the eatery Jackie now eating 
from the dinning table apparently those
who partake palm oil don't need plates

Jackie following day too sick cant  attend classes
we did-int tell him the secret that me and Georgie
threw up all we drank from our delicate stomachs

Brave Jackie held it in and Memo had to comfort him
..Sorry Jackie you have malaria fever and your so sick..hic..
we dint let go that twas the palm spirits haunting our Jackie





lewis k NYAGA

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