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I Absconded With Reader Rabbit Peter To Celebrate Saint Patrick's Day

I absconded with reader rabbit (Peter), to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day

Ah Sheik Hog - Ho!
One "FAKE" Wingman Flying
Via O'hare To Dublin y'know
Cuz, The Leprechaun within
me, seeks young sprig poe
whet tick friend in toto,

though nowhere to be found despite search team
loudly trumpeting thru depleting fresh air
supply terrestrially polluted atmosphere,
asper the unknown whereabouts, regarding
said royally titled quasi legally inherited bare

naked lady loving bastard oven heated affair
son last seen donning Herringbone Wool headwear
supplemented by Irish merrino wool sweater
and custom made Hemp (smoking hot) pants
informing observer with seedy, faux debonair,

and pseudo (reed "FAKE") suave cultured couture
clothing automatically camouflaging to disappear
without a trace, thee alluded to rival to the throne
(Irish to keep ye in the dark) like chocolate eclair
secret recipe (one takes to the grave), unless held

at gunpoint by bonafide Machiavellian consigliere
ruthless if necessary forcing captive to declare
high fidelity, indemnity, loyalty, et cetera to a
life of lawlessness adopting anonymous incognito
guise accepting bewig noggin with long knotty hair

tattoo skin with "FAKE" scars to accentuate fear
factor accepting (blood bonded) brotherhood till
death do you part loot, pillage, vandalize, et cetera
in a blitzkrieg effort (albeit violently) to repair
evenly distribute disparity between 1% and 99%

grassroots uprising (peopled with migrants) spear
writ ting their exploitation at the (Taj Mahal) bear
sized paws swiping at susceptibility, vulnerability,
inequality, et cetera series of unfortunate events
decreed, instilled, ordained clamped like ironware

shackling one generation after another, an outright
outdated, on par as anachronism, feudalism, stoicism
where stark difference between rich and poor unfair,
especially, cus the latter labor sweat of their brow,
which backbreaking toil essentially endows wealthy
at expense of grunt work signalling ominous nightmare.
Form: Epic


The things she left behind

The things she left behind

Her tombstone stood amongst others 
who shared the same fate 
The air in the cemetery 
Heavy With the the weight of the souls it carries 
Her epigraph read: Beloved mother, wife, daughter, sister and friend 
Her family there to pay their respects 
Tomorrow they will lead a protest

Her son left behind 
A seven year old child 
Old enough to remember her 
But to young to understand her murder

She took with her the sacrifice 
she did so her son could have a better life 
A future where he's accepted 
Where racism she hoped for him would be a distant memory 
She hoped the hate was a burden he wouldn't have to carry 
A hard choice she made 
But an easy choice she made 
As long as her baby boy was safe 
A life well lived 
Or a life fearing death 
She knew how she wanted his story to end 
A sacrifice she would never regret

She left behind Her son 
An embodiment of who she was 
She left behind Her legacy 
A reflection of her memory 
He lived in her 
She lived in him 
And for her that was a victory

Couldve Done Without the Rain

I love you
Etched in stone
One final goodbye glimpse 
Into his soul

Through the years
They both lived lies
Each without the other
Never satisfied

He knew that she would come
To see him at his grave
She’ll always be his sunshine
But they could’ve done without the rain

They could’ve done without the distance
They kept in life
Could’ve done without the lonely
Bitter sleepless nights

If there ever was a love
That had to quell its flame
She was standing right before it
Right there in the rain

Sometimes the truth
Stands before our eyes
Our souls know what’s right
But we still stay blind

As she turned to walk away
She softly spoke his name
You know I’ve always loved you
We could’ve done without the rain 

We could’ve done without the distance
We kept in life
You could’ve held me all those lonely
Bitter sleepless nights

If there ever was a love
That had to quell its flame
It’s standing right before you
Amongst the teardrops and the pain

As she walked away she reminisced of the old days
How since they met their two lives were changed
You can bet that I won’t let these, precious memories fade
You were the one I loved and always wanted
I could have done without the rain 

In every storm of life there’ll be a light....
We could’ve done with the rain
Form: Lyric

Imagin All the Poeple

Another generation of himself
unzipped his soul like a banana,
stepping instantly
into another dimension of
the same dream.

Never died - never born,
it was an implanted imaginary life,
knowing this, was of course
as useless as a map of the sky.

The only thing not imaginary
was the emanation of God
looking from human eyes.

For a brief moment he thought:
"If I am alive, I must have been dead
or else how could I know I am
alive now?

Nothing had really changed,
he was still 75 years from the grave,
also, a lifetime nearer to
the next womb.

It came upon him
that his liking for chocolate ice-cream
had abruptly become
an insatiable desire
for strawberry vanilla.

Upon a stone plinth
an inanimate frog
flickered,
as once more
it changed into a stone
Buddha.

"Nirvana is that close!"
Hollered a ruby-cheeked Cherub
speeding past
on its tricycle.

The Abused Child

I am just a child, no older than five. With everything I've been through in the past its a 
wonder I've survived.
Nobody knows or will ever understand, How long I've been at the receiving end of this red 
hand.
The way that i'm treated can be described as nothing but unfair. Why me?, why have i been 
brought in to this world with parents who don't seem to care?.
I blame myself sometimes for my mother loosing her temper. Was there ever any good 
times?, if so i don't seem to remember.
My father just goes along with everything she does and says, and i have to go along with the 
beatings that last for days.
What will become of me as a person?, who will i be?, when shouting and beatings are all that 
i see.
I will do my best to stay on their good side, to behave, as i don't want to end up in an early 
grave.
This can't go on forever its already been years. I have been through it all, i cant shed any 
more tears.
I know in my heart that some day this will be over and I'll no longer be alone, that a proper 
family will look after me and make their house my home.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member A Silent Scream

Worst cry ever heard, a scream from the depths of a soul
It’s a silent scream that can only be felt
By another heart that cares and refuses to scold
Never condemns but offers God’s grace. love, and help

She was standing in a jail cell
Was there for murdering a man
Asking, "Can I be saved from this hell,
My soul is sinking way down."

He stood frozen in disbelief
Could he be hearing such dire words
Her face showed remorse and grief
For the evil she had done

What in her life caused such despair
How had she come to this real low
Did she kill out of hatred or fear
These hard cold facts he didn’t know

Her question was etched on his mind
He gave the answer that pardons all
One he hoped she would not decline
Trust in Jesus Christ, the Lord

Have you ever known that cry in the depths of your soul
The silent scream that tears at your very being
Ripping you apart, leaving you numb, even cold
My only balm was God’s grace, mercy, and love
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member For Oscar On His 13th Birthday

His the archer’s bow, straight his arrowhead
  on foot and trail swift as the running deer,
and long his hair the eagle feathers spread
  in the buckskin war bonnet he does wear.
My boy the dreamcatcher, the hunter brave
  in buffalo horn and porcupine quills -
ghost of the warrior chief in the grave
  whose heart lies on the plains and in the hills.
Where beats a drum and burns a campfire -
  a child of the Great Spirit in the sky,
like the roebuck leaping farther, higher,
  chasing a dream in the wind and the rye.
You are the Indian bark, the sacred tree,
a totem from the depth and breadth of me.


               Written: March 2013
Form: Sonnet

Silence Becomes Violence

Written by H2O the silent poet 

Silence Becomes Violence

The society has become blind, deaf and dumb
Its emotions have become numb  
The knights are in deep slumber
Or are in the grave

The land seems to have no brave souls 
People are robbed in broad daylight
No one dares to fight for the right

People lie for self comfort , old despised
Humanity manhandled, not revived
People see, hear but not speak 
Were phones have more value than ones soul 
This is the generation of the meek

The youth is busy in making video
Seems they have their own studio
Share the video, stare the woman
We have become unethical human

Sitas are abducted
No girl is protected
People roam without fear
Is this modernity, my dear?
Humanity is caged
But no war is waged

Listen, if you have any guts in you
Be the brave lion, not like cat that just go 
Mew!!!
Because:
When crime spreads
Blood like water sheds
Women naked and raped
Humans chained and caged
Children fade and afraid
When lie is held high
The truth feels shy
Parents are thrown out
Criminals roam without doubt
When riots are solemn right
There is neither vision nor light at the end of the tunnel 

When youth is used
Only to be misused
When the country is in ruins
Satan and Mephistopheles are twins
When home is not safe
Even father commits rape

If you still keep the silence
This is called master violence
Silence in these times
Is the heinous crime sickening ?? 
Rise and eradicate the crime 
Reinstate the peace,in  humanity elevate

Copyright @2021
Form: Rhyme

FORGOTTEN

I won’t forget you  

I swear  

The first thing they say when we leave this earth  

As we feel the stomps of their footsteps  

Leave the side of our grave 

Echoes of cries that soon fade away  

Laying alone in darkness  

A void 

Nothingness 

Waiting to be judged  

The memories 

The times  

The joy  

Start to flash before our eyes as we try to control them  

They sleep and remember our passing  

But soon smile along the line  

For their lives are still to be lived  

Being in the grave is being forgotten  

Being dead is being history  

To just feel like a past memory  

Death takes our existence socially  

Death degrades us  

And makes us nobody  

Thy begin to go back on their word  

Forgetting us  

Our passing  

Our existence  

Our memories  

As we still lay there  

Dark, empty, void  

Death makes us history  

Death makes us forgotten

Leather and Salt Sole

You are as the lightning to the rod of my soul
You move through me in rumbling thunder and torrential rain
You are the cellular sea of my spirit and I can deny you nothing
Enter at will into my being but bring only kindness and light
Tread gently on the sole of me
..... for I am but leather and salt



Like the wild wet wilderness drips with dew and surging waters rip the shores of bucolic meadows so you moved me
Water rushing down the mountain gathering up minerals as it goes so my strength grows and my will surges 
And I am a flood of fell and fire and hope

He is coming coming ever coming to me 
in his white way and ever wear and tear
his hair is on my hands 
and his heart pounds beneath my palm

he in my palm a sailor bold and wild and strong and he will know me and I will know him


Frost of nothing in the silent forest rests and sleeps
the joy of us in the same spaces

I under leaves and damp with snows blanket 
under these lies 
the thrill of us 
in a cottage cabin by the lake 
 beneath your hand so possessive do I rise up to the morning light

 and curl deep into your loving arms
The wind never even touches our boughs 
 our leaves 
so bonded in warmth are we


And who is it this time?
 who bares the shield of pain and loss and fear ?
it is you
 not I!

Facing the mirror of truth 

that email address sent waves through you 
so intense the seismic machines in India just went off

 no need to deny what I already know in my cells 
you love with an intensity that puts my own feeling to shame 
and you now know it

what you do with this 
is to be seen
seen and seen again and again see me 
…see me C me c me soon 
or not...it will remain ...the same and immovable...a feast to last ten thousand lifetimes

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