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Premium Member A Story of An Angel

my life it took a turn
some one was talking 
each week when shopping 
i got a cancer scare
never said nothing
80 per cent chance

thank god
who cured me 
my mother refused to leave my side
she knew with this looming
i just did not care
my fiance dumped me 
whilst i was going to hospital
my mother knew this
i had given up in life 
god knows i tried so hard 
now i felt completely worthless
all i ever did was love someone
her knowing what i was going through 
done it like this 
it was like i was stabbed in the pain
within the head i dropped to my knees 
and roared to the heavens why do this to me
all i ever done was love someone 
i gave my everything
helped you rear your kids
you gave me one cruel end
thats another story
 i have written about
she had an affair with her boss
forgot about everyone
but her self
not ever talking thats how it ended for me
she kept asking me down to talk 
each time she lied 
caught out as her brother phoned
saying his sister my partner is having an affair
even the kids knew about before me 
i lost everything 
now i stand at the crossroads 
i will write the story 
of the beautiful angel who helped me out
her heart it touched me 
but sorry with love i was in hell
didn't want to burden anyone 
as the shoulders were laden so heavy
with internal pain in betrayal
not wishing it on anyone 
this beautiful angel was a young girl
half my age said to me once
in the time in question my head all over the place
tortured deep within love confused what did i do wrong
she came walking up to me smiling 
i was smiling back as i was pleased to see her
she put her lips to mines 
saying that she loved me 




to be continued in angel two


Premium Member The Raging River

The Raging River

The storm had passed with cold flooding rain
The river raged with the force of a racing train
It rose above the covered rocks, splashed in the air
It was more like a wild ocean on land everywhere

It showed no mercy, would take anything away
That dare to enter or fall in the aftermath this day
Waterfalls spilled down cliffs on the side of the road
Coming from high above, through the trees they flowed

Mother Nature had dumped heavy water all around
Fallen sticks, leaves and wires on saturated ground
This fall storm brought winds that were fiercely strong
Trees fell in the roaring gusts, like a loud broken song

As the gray skies slowly moved and slipped away
The river water still raged on, this unusual fall day
Pale skies settled far away as if waning faintly to dim
Shining on flattened leaves, with left over broken limbs

People work to recover from floods and blocked roads
Like the weary moving forward with a heavy load
Night returns as the rain stops, with quiet reprieve
To calm the raging river where peace can be retrieved

Heidi Sands 

10/31/17
Form: Rhyme

Last fly

Noisy and black in the morning,
"Shut up! Crow." And crow is shut now.

Listen to the melodious voice,
Lovely peaceful to heart and soul.
Where did she go?
Koel.

Now who will talk with me?
Like the parrot talks the whole day.
A chilly and guava is for you my friend,
But you are not here.

Rice and beans are spread over,
Over the streets,
But neither pigeon nor sparrow came!

Thank God!
Penguins are far from humans.

The lakes filled with fishes but without ducks,
Now fishes are finding friends to talk.

I can't sleep like owls in the nights,
And can't fly like eagles above the skies.

Their eyes are too small,
But polished like crystals.
Could see warriors like nails,
And all with unique voices.

Did they fly up the clouds to become a shining star?
Or they are dead and dumped below the grounds?

The ones that used to inspire people to fly!
From the ones we learnt to live with family.
Where are they now?

The Storm

The Storm

Lily disappeared in one hardened season,
Her innocence drugged inside a container from Lagos to America,
Dumped into a whore plantation
Where the hugs of men are colder than the bottom of Antarctica.
Neighbours mutter in their sleep:
Daisy disappeared too, for the same reason.

Coming like rain, soft and lush,
These maidens returned wearing seductive smiles,
To refresh men who rarely eat vegetables,
Flooding their fantasies with foreign fakegasm.

Good girls gone wild, selling death through their outlets,
Infectious love cloned into emotional tablets,
Where immune systems surrender to colonies of STDs,
Leaving our ancestors rummaging through thicker forests of herbs.

Obituaries are no longer a shock.
They could not find a cure,
But they found timber for coffins.

Uche Chidozie Okorie

Give Me Light

For days that seemed weeks that passed,  I found,
  I was in such a slump of writer's block and sad inhibitions.
A cup of strong bitter coffee could not change my condition
  and finally it slippped and dumped down upon the ground.

Give me light out of the dark
  just a hint, a glimmer, a little spark.

The days were gray and black with a one cloud sky
  as the wild wind chilled with an enraged howling cry.
The trees all shook and the branches broke
  I sat and watched with emotional feelings unprovoked.

Nothing appeared to draw me out of this unwanted depression
  and the weather matched me with every stormy expression.

Today at last, I woke to watch the setting moon 
  as it stretched across the sun's new opportune
and there it was the great welcomed passing
  of the darkness once thought everlasting.

Smile wide and gleefully, just in time
  taking in the brilliant bright sunshine.
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


When You Know

When your boss calls you aside and asks
why you are smiling all the time
on the salary he gives you,
you know
he suspects you of raiding the till.

When for three or more times
your girlfriend cannot keep a date
because she’s  so busy,
you know
you’re about to be dumped.

When your six-year-old granddaughter
greets you with the question:
‘Where’s your credit card?’
you know
your place in the family hierarchy.

When your family doctor
allows you to smoke and drink
to your heart’s content,
you know
it’s time to make your will.

When you are reading the obituary column
and you happen to notice
that you are included in it,
you know
that you failed to attend your own funeral.

Ghosting

I just got dumped but unaware
She just left me hanging there
Not one phone call, text or tweet
Am I a ghost or is she unique




Yeah’ I was ghosted the other day
Feel so alone but what can I say
Not one call or Facebook nudge
Left here feeling a mighty grudge




This new craze it drives you mad
Just fade away don’t be scared
Call it ghosting it makes you swear
I think it’s ignorance it’s just not fair




Yeah’ I was ghosted the other day
Feel so alone but what can I say
Not one call or Facebook nudge
Left here feeling a mighty grudge




Yesterday I smashed my phone
She ignores my calls I’m all alone
How long can this heartless stuff go on
When I see her I’ll give her song




Yeah’ I was ghosted the other day
Feel so alone but what can I say
Not one call or Facebook nudge
Just left here feeling a mighty grudge




Don’t even know what I did wrong
Just want to know what’s going on
The torture of my emotions nagging
And it’s my head I keep on banging




Yeah’ I was ghosted the other day
Feel so alone but what can I say
Not one call or Facebook nudge
Just left here feeling a mighty grudge




© Copyright KC.Leake
2nd September 2015
All Rights Reserved
Form: Lyric

Whose Sword Lands the Blow, Part Ii

His organization taken apart,
he found himself hiding in a safe house,
paranoid that Jones would learn he was there,
so crazed he made sure all the lights were doused,
he did not even bring along his spouse,
keeping a half-dozen armed me with him,
then one evening the door was blasted in.

In the smoke and the haze he heard gunshots,
but could not get a good look at the fight,
from the painful cries of all his henchmen
he figured that things were not going right,
then his leg felt a bullet’s harsh bite,
as he moaned in pain, his last henchman fell,
Jones was the doom on his whole cartel…

But when he looked up, he felt quite confused,
it wasn’t Jones who loomed over him there,
but an older man, armed like a soldier,
early fifties with thin, graying hair,
and frigid eyes that could stare down a bear.
This wasn’t a foe Delgado had known,
perplexed, he blubbered,”I thought you were Jones!”

The man did not seem to know who that was,
based on the indifferent look on his face,
he aimed his AR straight at Delgado,
and in a gruff, angry voice he did say
“Did you think I would let you get away?
After the cops found my son’s body wrecked,
dumped in a gutter, and shot through the neck?”

Delgado’s mind raced, drawing a blank,
it took a bit, but he remembered,
the nameless henchman that he’d had to shoot
for being dumb enough to question his word!
The thought of it was utterly absurd!
But there was no doubt in this old man’s glare,
a father’s cold rage was all he saw there…

The cops found his body a day later,
they called the grieving Jones onto the scene,
he looked on and saw the throat had been cut
using the method they taught to marines,
he said as if waking from a long dream:
“You lived by the sword, there’s one way to go,
but none can be sure whose sword lands the blow.”
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Futuristic Christmas

in 2020 and beyond-  chrismas could be different
gone the traditional    tree
you may have one of 
twisted wire
   colored LED and pipes
     maybe upside down for space
perhaps environmentally friendly trees
made with water bottles and PVC pipes
or a simple gold painted plywood tree shape
gone the traditional

santa will have a shiny silver electric car
  the reindeer retired  unwanted   not needed
     or he may have his own bright red jet
         oh and no more jolly santa
            he went on fiber super diet
                and mrs santa he dumped
 and no more down the chimney for santa
  most of your gifts will be sent by federal express
     all he will do is make a showing on christmas eve
        with empty boxes to make an impression

no more baby dolls or barbie dolls or fire engines
for kids-  they will get techno savy gadgets 
and on line data as gifts or maybe a gift card
call me old fashion I think I will keep
   the traditional for all of my life
and maybe I will give an unwanted reindeer 
                      a forever home -

____________________________
November 17, 2015

Free Verse

Upset Humans

We killed insects in our house without any remorse
We swept clean anthills in our garden without any afterthought
We trampled on insects while walking

We cut trees, made many homeless
We ventured into forests, killed for flimsy reasons

We dumped pollutants in the house of aquatic animals
We took our boats and shipped over their house
We put nets, caught them in large numbers, killed many everyday

Air, home to many microscopic creatures, no longer livable
Forest, home to many reduced to a fraction of what they were
Trees, home to birds and insects dwindling 

Million lives gone
Families destroyed, 
many orphans, many widows,
many widowers struggling all alone

We were the cause of many deaths
We rendered many homeless
Did we cry all these years?

No! We didn't! 
We never bothered
Not a word we spoke
We displayed our selfishness, our strength

Now when humans are dying, we are raising a big hue and cry
They would have felt the same all these years
Their situation exactly like ours now

We are getting back the results of our own actions!
That is the law of nature
We are the cause of it all

If we still do not correct ourselves,
If we still do not respect the rights of all living creatures to live,
Then we are not worthy of being called humans

10.95.2021

"Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap." Bible
Form: Imagism

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