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it is so hard to believe
how this world made my heart grieve
with bullying and racism
its so much to overcome
there is no way to describe
how my heart feels inside
thinking back of good-ol-days
and all the ol-fashioned ways
that brought everyone together
I can't imagine nothing better
than having it the way we were
now my mind is just unsure
of where this world is finally heading
the disgrace is overwhelming
there should never be a time
someones made fun of--its a crime
why does someone think its right
to be dark just like the night
scaring others with their words
racism should not be heard
bullying's another way
to bring clouds on someone's day
emotional or physical
it makes me awfully ill
just thinking of this act
cant we all just make a pact
to share the love in our hearts
that would be a way to start
turning the darkness to light
making everything alright
Heard about the Berlin Wall
It made a rather horrid fall
It stood so tall in victory's palm
Everyone here is far from calm...
History has been made for the saddened days
Leaving no room for the crowd of joyous praise
It’s a tragedy that this wall came tumbling down
Now, they are like headless clowns with a frown
Stand tall now and get on the ball
You will not fall like the Berlin Wall
That wall got wrecked in a hurry…in a hurry…
It must have destroyed and gave many a injury
Heard about the Berlin Wall
It made a rather horrid fall
It stood so tall in victory's palm
Everyone here is far from calm...
Heard about the tragedy and chaos of it all
Makes me mad and sad as I walk this hall
Makes me think hope is little in these dark times
How many times do we have to put up with these crimes?
That strong Wall came tumbling down like the Wall of Jericho
It came down with many a mighty blow…what a shameful show
Stood so tall like a Knight in the night, shining bright with might
Delight will rise after the anguish of all will fall with a fall so contrite
Heard about the Berlin Wall
It made a rather horrid fall
It stood so tall in victory's palm
Everyone here is far from calm...
Heard about the innocent people dying, trying to get out of East Germany
Echoing their shouts, yearning about their long-loved, long-lost freedom
Wish I can mend their wounds and bring them back to life to set them free
They wanted it tremendously, can’t blame them…heard their attempts of running to safety, sounding like midnight drums…I hear their pleading hums…as the debris of the wall collapsed into the palm of oblivion that leaves our faith in humanity to useless crumbs
Prayers for the deaths of oh so many
Prayers for the restoration and plenty
Heard of the tragedy and it made me upset
Hope the men who started this attack feel regret
Heard about the Berlin Wall
It made a rather horrid fall
It stood so tall in victory's palm
Everyone here is far from calm...
Their destructive, avarice ways
Will lead them awfully astray
Well, these unpromising days
Has hardly anything better to say
It was our first date and I had to impress her
While fighting the urge to move in and caress her
I’d have to be subtle and somewhat refined
And show her an intellect dwells in my mind
It wouldn’t suffice to say, ‘Fancy some nosh?’
Took a taxi uptown somewhere awfully posh
I tipped the head waiter to get a good table
Kept up the decorum as best I was able
The vino was tasted and two glasses poured
She licked her top lip and my temperature soared
Her manicured nails browsed a pure vellum menu
And we ordered the very best dish of the venue
We chatted, I felt I was holding my own
For not even once did she check out her phone
Dinner was served, to hell with the cost
My eyes drank her in and I knew I was lost
But I fell in love when my date got het up
Oy Geezer, she bellowed, got any ketchup?
The winter of discontent has frozen the kingdom,
not by the sunk sun of York that lost the warmth,
but by the chilling shadow of a spine,
as distorted and crooked as the scary soul.
Born physically deformed, indignant of a world
that ridicules his looks, he decides to be a rogue.
His acrimony becomes the cornerstone
of pitiless political manipulation,
because for him the world is a game of chess,
where every other piece is disposable.
His suppressed scruples begin to shatter
as he commands the two young princes
in the Tower be murdered—an act so atrocious
a dark winter of isolation enfolds his realm.
With scary scheming, he woos Lady Anne
alongside the coffin of her father-in-law,
whom he himself has killed,
but through adulation and contrived humility,
Richard compels people to bend to his desire,
disguising his brutality within concocted charm.
Ultimately, Richard’s audacity leads to agony,
for he faces defeat at the hands of Richmond.
His death marks the end of oppression,
and the renewal of crumbled ethical statute.
His ascend and decline enunciates the paradigm of aspiration,
corrupted by the conniving craving for power.
Richard The Third is an intriguing depiction of evil,
yet, excitingly enigmatic and awfully human.
Trust is so much a part
of every relationship –
I mean, I love my cat,
but he has this disconcerting
way of sleeping with one
eye open, as if checking out
the terrain, listening for
incoming -- well, he's
either a very silly, typical
paranoid cat...or they
know the human soul
a lot better than we admit
to.
Cats seem to have two basic
instincts: start and run – while
mankind has 3: more, more, and
more....
I was going to cut the grass today;
then thought, as with dust, grass can
wait till tomorrow – unlike laundry and
cat litter that seem to ferment awfully –
therefore, some must-do chores were
gotten too...while executing the
routine tasks I wondered, why do
I hang-on so? A little kitty meowed.
Seems like yesterday ...
Carnival nights make the child-in-me
delight vibrantly in freedom bliss
bask unmindfully midst colors of varied hues
create magical time of beautiful wonders
transforming chaotic world into marvelous haven.
Awesome kaleidoscopic moments
grasp me around engagements, indeed radiant
midst life turning oblivious from grim reality
bringing sheer laughter of amazement-joy.
Viewing the sights at exuberant perspective
carnival attractions invite
me toward attentiveness-bliss
joining rides midst efforts, actively alert.
Of course, I'm warned about untoward incidents
admonished against accidents for my prudence-readiness
so in roller-coasters, I ardently exercise ardent grip
conscious of not falling, fainting, then awfully frustrated…
since such feeling can haunt with despair.
In carnival moments, I thank God
that nothing slips from His care
surpassing fairy’s magic wand
as He never needs one
with His tight hold, securing me
protecting serenely always.
Freed now from such delusion, there’s bouncing up
actually, letting me go forward… pressing on
yes, carnival exposure is a blessing
since I have learned great lesson…
… faith-bracing with jubilation
allowing the child-in-me to plunge with glee
into truth’s fantasy, sans fear.
McGee settled down one cool autumn night
Reached for a bag, a match and his pipe
Leaned back in his chair, thought life had been good
Though times had been tough, he did what he should
Young Shawn always came to his dad for advice
So McGee always gave it, short and concise
But came the odd question, That's plagued man for years
And McGee had to face it in spite of his fears
Shawn asked it slowly, preparing for strife
"Dad, what should I look for, when I look for a wife" ?
"Shawn my dear boy, you've been a good son,
do you think this could wait, you're still awfully young"
"Dad I'm a man I get older each day
I'm in need of advice, so what do you say" ?
"OK, my dear son, there are five things to learn
Nothing else really should be a concern ---
First, find a woman that cooks and can clean ---
And Second a woman who's kind, never mean ---
Thirdly a woman who thinks with her head---
And Fourthly a woman who proves good in bed ---
The fifth's most important but don't tell your mother---
It's important these women, never meet one another"
Hey, Lyric Man
My praise...don’t ban
Cause if you do
I’ll kick your can! ;)
You’re awfully nice
I’ll pay the price
to read your words
not once, but twice
Your thoughts you share
Tempered with care
You sprinkle sugar
Everywhere
You've got the beat
Each rhyme, a treat
I must indulge
a taste, so sweet
With heart and soul
You reach your goal
To make us feel
Complete and whole
So here’s to you
Hope this will do
To let you know
You’re special...too.
Your words: a drug!
So, yes! Feel smug!
with words of mine....
I send... this.....hug!
Eileen Manassian
Echo poem and a small thank you for entering Hot Velvet, a tribute to me, in Silent One's contest. :) You rock, LM!
V.3:
I smell the odor of remorse and hatred in the atmosphere...
Leaving me with scraps of terrifying fear
Waking up in the morning
With you under my sheets
Should I count you amongst the numbers?
Do you stand apart from the rest?
I must confess
Under tons of stress
Hiding this love
Like a thief in the night
I cried a river
In my heart, in my heart
Deliver…oh deliver
Me from temptation that’s been deceiving me from the start
I cried a river
In my heart, in my heart
We’ll be with each other forever and ever
Together, we won’t depart
Ch.:
I’m nothing to you…you came out of the blue
Living this lie…refusing my cries
Frozen inside and feeling kind of numb
I feel dumb…well, it’s a bummer…
Wiping away the pain
Wiping away the tears
I ran because of fear
But I must spill the secrets
(I am here
Here I wait)x3
Here I stand…
I hope you understand…
I hope you can see…
I hope for you to see
To see what happens
When love is given
A second chance to bloom
In my heart
I slept for way too many hours
It empowers me – the thought of reaching out to you
Numb without you motivating me…
Don’t worry – it’s not over…
You can see my heart, you can feel my heart,
Beating to the rhythm of yours
I will pass the test...take your time - I don't mind
I loathe the thought of losing you from the start
I'm left alone, doing countless chores
Here without you, I'm terrified, speechless & awfully blind
she came from Carlow, wee caitlin girl
one of three sisters gave you a twirl
ancient bridge, river Barrow
she was long, very narrow
still glimpse her glance where wild waters swirl
legend of Dublin lived all alone
yes, you guessed, it's our Molly Malone
Howth to Dun Laoghaire
she hobbled home weary
heaving her wheel-barrow, skin and bone
bareback beauty from Kildare of course
the equine county, she rode a horse
the Curragh and Church of Oak
Hill of Allen, she met a bloke
fell from her mount far into the gorse
wee ossory cat from Kilkenny
he lived in a castle with many
his marbles were off the grid
on festival floors they slid
lost them all, he couldn't find any
sad lad from Laois, brains short of an ounce
escaped from prison hard to pronounce
nailed tight down inside a crate
trickling blood betrayed his fate
men with batons were ready to pounce
canny Longford Lil made you quiver
banjo playing by Camlin River
laid-back lady, bluegrass hair
fortress town and country fair
tickled and plucked she did deliver
this talkative halyon hailed from Louth
he robbed two banks then headed down south
stopped at Dundalk to have a drink
garda grabbed him in a blink
that Drogheda gaol did shut his mouth
Meath mini minx, curious and slim
from Navan or Kells or was it Trim?
crawled into a passage-grave
all by herself, very brave
one leg out, you can still see her limb!
tall Tullamore youth from Offaly
he played around so awfully
he zoomed right in on Zara
next kissed his cousin Clara
then cuddled Brosna unlawfully
Westmeath chancer in boot of his car
some hooch for the folk of Mullingar
for Athlone, fancier grog
illegal still from the bog
smooth smiling man who smoked a cigar
wretched banshee on the Wexford beach
collecting pebbles within her reach
the sea then stole her ardour
he left from Rosslare harbour
lifting her eyes she started to screech!
wild Wicklow wag went out to play
the Arklow shoreline and on to Bray
Sugarloaf, Lugnaquilla
Glendalough, wee tequila
back to Greystones, he's had a good day