Echo, you dizzy tramp,
I’m searching for my soul.
Echo, I won’t white picket fence my heart
Inside your Jackie bag with brown rusty nails;
I’m searching for my soul.
The mirror princedom of train windows kidnaps me;
I’m a white hermetic monstrosity
The earth bleeds every spring;
I steal the souls of peacocks with my camera --
O the awful love-pain of water reflections,
O the terrible grace I’m courting --
Confucius, go away.
God's Heathcliff gaze finally meets
The white apophyllite eye of my tetragonal suns;
A thousand full moons exfoliate me like a leaf.
Grow my paperwhites in water rather than soil;
Put me next to a bright window before I’m gone.
Every single Arab death in Gaza
is attributable to HAMAS
Aided and abetted by Iran
Russia, and Mahmoud Abbas
First Hamas butchers, rapes, and kidnaps
thousands of Jews and others
Then its ‘brave warriors’ use as human shields
their so-called ‘Palestinian brothers’
When Israel dares fight back
‘Ceasefire now!’ Hamas whines
Demanding Israel release Palestinian murderers
while it (Hamas) keeps its hostages under tight confines
Today's 'potd' blames Israel for the genocide
that HAMAS perpetrates on both Israeli and Arab sides
Kid naps here, daycare!
Sick babies...About those
Kidnaps are there! Out there!
I wish I could, evocation, dowry!
For an already invested $275 nuptial Tyler Mowrey!
Gaza wall and Tel-Aviv- a , embracing in Jackson Church
Sameeha Azra- eel A and a PEER in peer pressure for air fryer
Is your oxygen an EIN? Bargaining overseas? Playing diplomacy? Daunts in ranting ramps where models stood?
Sometimes, data cable is not that a bad idea, where "inna lillah" is also a cliched Hinda call!
Long she served Holly Wood, May she come true among converts and traveler (pilgrims)
further in optimism in selfless "Sufism" not "Sophism or Hedonism",
Sin and Boon are all stamped with the sense of Shame, where the guilt is sensed after all!
Not a river dredging and to make a parable to river shifting, as no longer helpful!
Helpful and no longer! For once, try in Pickthall!
For the end of the time and the beginning, too
Time impeccable is Timeless Allah (SWT) and the all-knowing and all!
In time He begets not,
In Time He is free from the need of an obgyn,
of that specialty, departmental.
November in Kentucky
Outside my windows
Morning is gray again.
November kidnaps the sunrise sun
Leaving gray,
Day after day,
Weakening the spirit…
So eyes close
Casting sight to blackness
That drifts to dreaming
Radiant scenes.
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(c) sally young Eslinger 11/2021
Glory to God
Melting fears
I pray the lord my soul to take .before the nightmares my memories make .hell had no fury .fate is scorned .futures are scattered and the present is mourned. Anger burns .confusion on replay .pain waves goodbye them decides to stay .ashes to ashes Dust to dust .there goes my love along with my trust. Wind whispers my thoughts Starts with the rain .always a storm forever insane .emotions like a zip that merge into one .if I was your ice you'd be my sun.misery kidnaps my happiness is judged with no glory .once upon a time faith wrote my story
Copyright © Danielle Waddell | Year Posted 2016
Delicately smoke stacks rose in tendrils
From my lobotomised mind, tracks of steam
Channels which searched for surrendour
Teased unfamiliar air aflame, eventual glean
Chances which blind chases never uncovered
Now relaxed stance soul caresses confirm
Worth in the venture for connections recovered
Ratified tangible textures of trust returned
Sharply sprung tongue sprig of marjoram burst
Sends corresponding signals sweet salty
Cardboard dry enclosure summoned my thirst
Seasoned with fish fall apart white sultry
Flipped on my untrained pallette, ripe silk drips
Nourished throat thrums an unsung tempo
New reward captured bite butters impatient lips
Slippery flesh accosts a switched off depot
Aniseed's dark unrivalled flavour pinnacle
Nasal travelled spice kidnaps bland indecision
Abrupt acetic fingers, processing difficult
Held captive by capers strange punch derision
Ambience clink clanks cutlery's untimed tune
Calls faithful patronage who pay in blood
Inner soft lobsters promise flesh of high noon
Claw shards pave a love path summoned
20th September 2020
And so a darkened sky kidnaps the day
relinquishing its light to roiling cloud
sad tone upon the Druid's bell doth chime
as lengthened night drapes all in mournful shroud
No shadows cast by ancient worship stones
no way to track the fingers of their faith
a skeleton of fallen, faded bones
attended to by nameless, faceless wraith
Hard winds still call in voices now unheard
for doctrine has imprisoned spirits soul
and calcified belief amid cold stone
denying all the joy of living's goal
And yet the stones set minds to pondering
the nature of the ancient's conjuring
John G. Lawless
9/10/2020
The bogey man is here
Uncle Gunnysack
No longer hiding in English peat bogs
The Bag Man who carries a bag and kidnaps those who don't behave
Do you hear him knocking
Why don’t you want to go to bed
He will take you away if you wont obey your parents
He will pull you up into tiny holes in the ceiling
A siren will sound when all is safe
This girl is so fine
she is hot and exposed to the sun
but still breathing fine
NO sweating
her skin softer
though dry
really this girl sublime
She is a girl, a girl and again
this girl to the square
Million times beauty all the features on her
I have never seen someone so perfect
her body is in flames
not slender, not fat, not average
she is simply just her
Talking about the voice
it kidnaps attention from a distance
each and every of her breath
to me, it's a weakness
her chest pulled in and out
perceive that yellow cleavage
makes life flawless
This girl compares to NO art
she is glamourous
This girl is so fine
she is hot and exposed to the sun
but still breathing fine
NO sweating
her skin softer
though dry
really this girl sublime
She is a girl, a girl and again
this girl to the square
Million times beauty all the feafeatures on her
I never seen someone so perfect
her body is in flames
not slender, not fat,not average
she is simply just her
Talking about the voice
it kidnaps attattention from a distance
each and every of her breath
to me it's a weakness
her chest pulled in and out
perceive that yellow cleavage
makes life flawless
This girl compares to NO art
she is glamourious
Lock Down !!
The bogey man is here
Uncle Gunnysack
No longer hiding in English peat bogs
The Bag Man who carries a bag and kidnaps those who don't behave
Do you hear him knocking
Why don’t you want to go to bed
He will take you away if you wont obey your parents
He will pull you up into tiny holes in the ceiling
A siren will sound when all is safe !!
Least Developed Nations
Engage in high corruption and wastage
Are featured by poverty amidst plenty
Senior officers are like bats in offices and survive
Through no or faked democratic elections
Developed Nations exploit them eloquently
Every form of treasure is mortgaged
Very few rulers dream of their dark hearts
Even the rulers are spanner-boys in their backyards
Low income per capita shows citizens are rats in a mosque
Organized kidnaps of opposition is game of amusement
Power is concentrated in the hands few man eaters
Economy is always bed-ridden in emergency wards and
Desire to change such governments is suicidal
None of the nations dreams of being a super power
Atomic or nuclear capability is exist as a myth
Time and again they fight proxy wars and are
Interested in doing the dying to make other nations great
Over-dependence and domination are a hobby
Nations in this category are often very wealthy but
Survive by carrying yawning bags to the land of everlasting rains
I pray the lord my soul to take .before the nightmares my memories make .hell had no fury .fate is scorned .futures are scattered and the present is mourned. Anger burns .confusion on replay .pain waves goodbye them decides to stay .ashes to ashes
Dust to dust .there goes my love along with my trust. Wind whispers my thoughts
Starts with the rain .always a storm forever insane .emotions like a zip that merge into one .if I was your ice you'd be my sun.misery kidnaps my happiness is judged with no glory .once upon a time faith wrote my story
They are refugees in their own country.....
No land for them to go. No body care them either
They are known as refugees in their own country
War brought uncertainty in their lives
and made them to live in refugee camps forever
They travel long distance along the road
with their hand cart of chattels
while their tears rolling over their eyes
Parents are thinking about their children's future
and children hate to see their parents suffering
Many years have been gone and nothing has been done
The war is still going on without any improvement
Because of our careless and adamant leadership
the innocent people are still living in refugee camp
They are victims of diseases, accidents, violence, poverty
kidnaps, rapes and cruelties towards humanity
Let us join together and save these innocent people
from the hands of uncivilized people on earth.
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
All rights are reserved 2014
The bogey man is here
Uncle Gunnysack
No longer hiding in English peat bogs
The Bag Man who carries a bag and kidnaps those who don't behave
Do you hear him knocking
Why don’t you want to go to bed
He will take you away if you wont obey your parents
He will pull you up into tiny holes in the ceiling
A siren will sound when all is safe
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