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He crouches behind a false wall…hoping, praying,
Listening carefully to the commotion outside.
A knock on the door, another, two more!
They kick the door in and storm inside.
Men with rifles, boys with guns,
Searching, preying, abducting, killing,
They turn over the table and kick over a few chairs,
As they search every nook and corner of the building.
Finding nothing they eventually leave,
He heaves a sigh of relief
He looks at his wife, tears streaming down her face,
They nod in agreement, it is time to leave.
As night draws near, they sneak outside,
Scanning the place for the infidels.
He carries a rucksack, it’s all that they have,
A few clothes, some photos and some medicine.
She follows along, her son in her arms,
They make their way to the sea shore;
They stop in their tracks, their hearts skips a beat…
A gunshot, another, two more!
A man walks towards them, a gun in his hand,
They kneel, he comes in a little closer;
He asks where they are going, they don’t say a word
The child starts crying, they think it’s all over.
Then the man asks them to follow him,
They stand up and do as they are told.
He takes them to a place where there stands a boat,
He takes all their money and asks them to get aboard.
A few hours later, the silence breaks...
A scream, another, two more!
The boat is sinking they jump in the water,
Their life-jackets barely keep them afloat.
A woman beside them struggles to swim,
He takes off his life-jacket and gives it to her,
He asks his family to keep on swimming,
He promises to meet them on the shore.
Later that day she waits on the beach,
A body washes up, another, two more!
She cries as she hugs her dear little boy,
He should be proud, his dad was a hero.
They turn and start walking towards the city
Refugees, aliens, total unknowns;
Some strangers walk up to help them
A new friend, another, two more.
-I wrote this poem based on the true stories of refugees, that have been highlighted on the Facebook page, "Humans Of New York". I want to dedicate this to all those going through the current refugee crisis. Our prayers are with you.
We in a jungle: Raw meat and endless sweat,
Jobs hard, but dreams are even harder
Cause we always wake up from them,
So lets imagine:
It ain't Sunday but her name-
be ringing bells; so lets begin
I walk around like searching for something,
my mind on stand by,
What does that mean?
Im waiting, like gods coming...
Dancing around the fire:
Talking about mass murder;
And strange blood thirsty creatures
Abducting baby's, stealing DNA:
To recreate new breeds of master villains,
We just rats to this system,
Wired: following in the same tracks;
losing our footsteps: so we lost-
Cause we chasing our minds,
Like dogs chasing their tails;
Like this story leads to a happy ending
Man we die cause of our dreams and ambitions,
We all have goals but not all will make it so its a rumble,
this is a jungle from lions and snakes to
wolves and Sheppard's the farm we in,
So we plant dreams to grow our ambitions
The gift and the curse
Love and hate, the parallel worlds;
So we think, formulating new ideas
To create new things;
So we sink in our dreams
The hell created by the mind
Payed by the body, so we suffer
Call it suicide cause we killing ourselves,
From stress to unknown diseases;
The more we want the more we suffer
Life isn't get any easier but will we ever get it?
No, cause we waiting to be saved
So we walk the plank
The earthly soup mixed with toxin's
To make that lethal poison,
The gas chamber we in,
Breathing polluted air:
cause we created way to much factories;
Formed our greed and mutated us into: Zombie consumers,
man these no stopping us: blood thirsty monster,
Devouring everything insight:
the dinosaurs and the comet might fall.
They who claim to have seen or been abducted by space aliens
are either very delusional or are just plain and simply lying
or they may have been deceived by others most conniving.
These aliens possess a torso, four limbs and a head for a body
and these are traits that have evolved here on planet earth only.
Every specie here on earth that displays a face
all have the same ancient common ancestor from whom they evolved that trait.
The odds of such similarities occurring in outer space beyond our reach
are profoundly astronomical at the very least.
I do however have one other theory
that may shed some light on this space alien query.
They are not space aliens at all. They are the future of humanity
who have traveled back in time to study their evolutionary history.
We now travel in automobiles where we once used horse and buggy.
We've created trains and airplanes so as to travel more quickly.
We now have the Internet whereupon we once depended on libraries only.
Our advancement is evolving exponentially.
So I ask you; Is time travel so inconceivable to be attained eventually?
Every so called alien looks like a clone to me.
Perhaps they are all fading out very slowly
and can no longer procreate as do we.
Cloning a clone is like making a photo copy of a photo copy.
The image through many generations begins to fade eventually.
So maybe they're abducting us to extract our DNA to preserve their specie.
As far fetched as this may sound, it makes scientific sense to me.
I alight from my ebony ford
Porched beneath the shady mammoth tree
One hand holding mommy
The other some grocery
As she leads me through
The mini pansy garden
Up the the rickety wooden planks
To our home in mid air
Small but sturdy as ever
On my goliath banyan tree
A small kitchenette for mommy and me
A barbie cushioned boudoir
Rested upon by welcome week-end guests
Evenings spent with bunnies at play
Love rocketing in the rustic air
Bedtime in quilts as the winds whistled
Through flying curtains and vanishing windows
Listening to tales with wide opened eyes
From the storage of books dad left behind
Peeping at the stars swirling in the summer breeze
Half drowsy eyes amidst echoing words
Throwing ladders into the clear dark sky
Effortlessly ascending as Jack on the beanstalk
Holding net on my herculean shoulders
Cautiously stealing into the gates of heaven
Thronging with some sleepy old gods
Abducting dad with quickened speed
Manufactured locks to hold him in custody
In our tree-house hideaway
That he built for mommy and me
THIRD
Balveen Cheema
September 15, 2015
Contest: A Child's First Home
Sponsor: Verlena S. Walker
*40 years down the line our tree house has been weather-beaten and destroyed.
The Ford of pre-independence is in the Ford Museum, Mumbai
I don’t know about you
but my dreams are always all mixed up
like sometimes I’m half my current age
and I can run like a gazelle, and then I’m
right back in my current prison of a body
limping through an airport, sweat pouring
off of my chin and down the back of my knees
exhausting myself trying to keep up with
the crowd rushing over to book a new flight
‘cos ours has been canceled for no good reason
at all and me without a smartphone,
O, what am i doing in a vast indoor mall in skokie,
illinois, with my daughter and estranged son
from my previous marriage when we live
five miles away in west rogers park, chicago
and now we’re all lost and these little green men
seize my son, abducting him into a disc
with flashing lights while my daughter and I
we both speak Russian ok are in a Russian
restaurant somewhere in Italy, lost sampling the
pizza and Putin's men are trying to find us because
my current wife is from Ukraine omg how are we
ever going to get back to WRP now we're on the
south side of chicago and everyone is staring at
my poor daughter and me and oops she's gone…
Crows love an audience, not with people but with the gentle folk and others of their own kind .
and if their lucky it would be with jet her self.
My wife has taken to wearing heavy shoes upon my pleading because of the fondness the crows have for her skinny self ,
It doesn’t take a lot to make a crow laugh .
One just has to know what to say or do ,
My wife being such a weedy woman and I suspect part genetically related too the gentle folk anyway,
only has to turn sideways and appears to vanish from their noble view .
this has your average murder in stitches.
I’ll hear a fading squeal of delight as my thin woman is carried up aloft into the branches by and to preform for said murder .
I’m the one who has to rope up and retrieve my preforming wife every valiant time ,
if crows can shrug a dismissal ‘then that’s the very thing that greets me for my intrusion when I eventually reach the crown of that great oak
and then breathlessly exclaim “really “
So that is why
‘it’s always heavy shoes to be worn outside please (for her ),
as a way of deterring that ancient
Black feathered
Fan base abducting my thin wife ( Again).
What do you mean by freedom?
If someone is dying, let him die,
If someone is fighting, let him fight,
If someone is abusing, let him abuse,
If someone is smashing, let him smash.
Does freedom mean everyone’s own business?
If someone is cheating, let him cheat,
If someone is smuggling, let him smuggle,
If someone is taking bribery, let him take,
If someone is raping, let him rape.
Does freedom mean enjoyment then let him enjoy?
If someone is robbing, let him rob,
If someone is stealing, let him steal,
Is someone is threatening, let him threat,
If someone is abducting, let him abduct,
Does freedom mean harassment then let them harass?
If freedom means care who cares for human values,
If freedom means dare who dares to stop innocent killings,
If freedom means chair who serves responsibility,
If freedom means fair who serves equality.
Does freedom mean understanding let each us cooperate?
To reduce someone’s pain, for human being’s gain,
To enjoy happiness, to dance and sing for a kiss,
To differentiate animalism, to define humanism,
To avoid criminality, to provide comfortable facility.
("Untitled - The Eye of Jihad", 2019, original encaustic)
Love is Love - and other absurd truisms
“Love is love” is like “Follow your bliss”
a way to deflect the moral agency
and subsequent consequence of our desires
with vague equivalency.
It’s like all love and bliss is somehow equal,
which is absurd.
What if my bliss comes from destroying yours?
Or I love abducting, raping, slicing and dicing
then barbecuing
the infant you love…?
Where is the moral equivalence?
This is why the Golden Rule sounds great
up until you are up against a masochist.
And the world today is apparently filled with masochists.
But it’s all good…
At least it feels good,
to think we are all the same, all equal
in what we love and cherish.
The truth is we aren’t.
We may all be made of the same dust,
but that doesn’t make us equal.
Meanwhile the world turns,
a hit soap-opera
in its nth season
spinning relentlessly
a veritable Wall of Death
which in its shocking extreme
delivers some kind of perverse pleasure.
It may not be bliss,
or even what we love,
but it’s certainly captivating.
(11/1/23)
With no end in sight and a year has passed.
Kremlin won’t admit their forces are gassed.
So they keep their foot on the wrong pedal.
Exhausting their labor and supply of metal.
Playing chicken with a globe full of enemies.
Moskow wealthy saw their accounts freeze.
Peaceful banks are refusing to aid and abet.
Forcing the powerful elite to do a full reset.
The world has endured enough nonsense.
The ICC is asking Putin to start his repents.
They issued his arrest warrant for crimes
Of atrocities against children many times.
Abducting and trafficking them into Russia.
Dealing low blows to their parents in militia.
Doing this thousands of times at his request.
Kidnapping hostages & executing the rest.
Without a conscience targeting defenseless.
Forming Barbaric creatures to be tasteless.
Now justice is being served by The Hague.
To put an end to this insane Soviet plague.
We should see Nuremberg Trials part two.
To see the bastards brought their hell due.
Ruining cities deserves equal punishment.
Payback earned for their missile rains sent.
She was unsuspecting and frail,
so he overpowered her without fail,
and left no track,
so there would be no trail,
but anger ran through his head,
because he knew she was dead,
he was certain,
but there were no apparent signs,
that a murder took place here,
he felt her sorrow , and he felt her fear,
he sensed her disgust, and sensed her hate,
but before he took her, he used the right bait,
it was what he needed, he was sure,
to complete the lure,
he tied her arms, and wrist,
hid her in the dark,
after he punched her with a tight closed fist.
It was a clear abduction from the park,
everything was done right,
and she offered no fight,
but oddly, she wasn’t there,
she was gone,
but they were investigating a death of a woman,
whose body was never found,
it didn’t take long
to reach him,
but something, and everything was so wrong,
his eyes were drawn back to a frown,
no woman dead, and no body on the ground,
then his mental state made a connection,
it handled a correction,
he wasn’t abducting her,
he was merely asking for directions.