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TATTOO DEPORTATION
I’d almost forgotten that damned tattoo
A small symbol that years ago, I had got
It was a couple of lads, drunk on vacation
The tattooist did it in red on my shoulder
I’m a bit embarrassed now that I am older
Its meaning, I never heard any explanation
Just that for a day or two, my skin felt hot
It’s small and discreet, so what should I do
The symbol meant almost nothing to me
A kind of squiggly letter, kind of Arabic
Yet I thought nothing of it at immigration
But wearing a singlet vest it was on display
The guy scowled and others took me away
I tried to plead ignorance, I wasn’t Haitian
Yet cuffed, I got scared and felt quite sick
Marched off to an office, no longer free
It was a nightmare that lasted several days
They kept pointing at the symbol, annoyed
It appeared to be a sign of local rebel group
And plaintively, ever insisting I knew zero
Perhaps they thought I was the group hero
I was sweaty, trying to jump through a hoop
Thinking of damaging phrases I had to avoid
And all the time under the guy’s steely gaze
Finally, with no answers given, I was spared
Hustled back to a plane, to be headed home
By now, there was some local press interest
I looked up that symbol and found the link
But it was not quite what others may think
I was keeping silent, as I just thought it best
As my world had turned into monochrome
With it now erased, well, I no longer cared
Everyone
enjoys to take
a ride or just
to go for a leisure stride.
Long winding road
Wide and free
or a narrow
straight route
Lure to the eye and for a try
promising pile of trees
on pied each a natural
beauty pride. Lights...
Signals on both sides
Providing travelers a guide
Keeping them always
on safe side... Our
BREATH of LIFE is like a ROAD
Each passing night and day
there's a heavy or light load
Sometimes a mystery
with a puzzle code
Each one efforts
careful to decode
Thanks, THERE IS GOD
that abides... ALWAYS THERE
NEVER ON UNDISCOVERABLE HIDE
Through all blessings
and trials tide. Bumps
and accidents slowing
Even stopping the glide
Problems buffering
life's tide... Ethics,
justice and society snide
they may equal to a lie
Whatever comes
however things maybe
Don't stop; Keep going. Even on a
Dark cocoon... KEEP BELIEVING! KEEP WIN-
NING! a road like never ending until it reaches
a happening may it be a grand or simple celebration of life
what is essential... YOU PASSED EACH WAY LIKE IT'S YOUR LAST
LIKE - IT - IS - YOUR- LAST NOT SAVING THE BEST FOR LAST.. so I never stopped..
Despite heartaches.. Hardships I went through.. I hold on..I keep moving.. Growing..loving.. For at the end of this road there - face to face at last with my Creator.
(C) olive_eloi
10:29am
REVISED: MAY 05, 2014
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Contest: Just down the road
Sponsor: Kelly Dreschler
3rd Place.. Praise GOd.. :D
I promise after the fire
Firefly
I promise After the flood
Tumbleweed
Deep and dark paths
Primrose bath
Rain showers upon my wrath
Firefly
My promise never to leave your side
After earthquakes
After the rain has gone
Multicolor rainbows
Circling
Droplets of dew
Covering you
As your glitter and Flicker and cross my way
Like a night light you light up my path
Promises are never leaving my side
You shall shine
Lit you light like a single Flame
Deep and dark paths you light up the way
Flitter and flicker you light up the way
Keeping Darkness at Bay
2/17/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
- Hearts are invisible and defenseless when one falls in love -
quote by poet
Lost in the charming melody of love
Got drenched in the magic of your twilight mist
Stole my heart and looting my soul
You drew me close to you as a magnet,
just because you could
In the vulnerability, the heart was darkened
Merciless in crimson selfishness
Your demons left me breathless
Striving to pursue love and affection
- don't let the intrinsic value remain veiled
There is more to a flower than just a flower
There's a spreading fragrance surrounding the air.
There are velveteen petals, falling and scattering,
all over my skin, and a daisy in my hair.
There is more to the wind than just a wind
There was never a breeze that hadn't whispered
my beloved's name.It breathes as it pleases,
It drifts purple leaves slowly in my dreams
with a soft and gentle sway.
There is more to the bird than just a bird
There's music in each garden
with an angel song to be heard.
There's a flutter, a heartbeat
There are wings of a freedom conquered.
There is more to the moon and the stars
than just a moon and a star.
They brighten the night, like a fire-fly
Wherever you are, no distance is too far
No sky is too high.
There is more to ocean waves
than just an ocean wave.
Every coast they embrace
Splashing spumes on our toes
and moist salt on our face.
With each wave that we ride
We will win the tide, which with strength
comes crashing the feelings we hide.
There is more to fire than just a fire
There is passion , desire.
With its red curving lines
It brings warmth to the eyes
To our dark moors brings light
This fire is alive.
With its embers and flames
On winter frosty days
It flickers and burns,
keeping the cold away.
There is more to humans than humans
So much more to who we are.
There is soul and compassion
There is love in the present
There is joy which resides
In each one of us.
There is more to this world than just a world
If you do not believe, just follow me.
I will take you to places,Such magical places
where beauty keeps showing
wherever we'll be.
The fog became so dense
My eyes open in intense
The quarrel in my heart
I hope it come apart
The fear of not able to do
As the weather comes through
The heat becomes so dangerous
A deep breath becomes obvious
The Voice and Sounds of nature
Keeps the feeling of being mature
Lack of focus because of my tear
Makes everything unclear
The unwillingness of hoping
Comes choices that is sloping
The clouds that cover the sun
Keeps the bird in the tree after they sung
This feeling cross all roads that feels empty
The feeling of darkness that seems plenty
The hurt that begs to loosen ice
The feeling of every thing nice
Comes all our dream of being ourselves
Never keeping our emotions on the shelves
Life becomes easy when there is no tears
An now our minds will never open up in fear
"IN THE COURT OF CATS"
By Austin Fwasan Maseko
In the grand court of cats, I stand accused
A lowly rat on trial, with justice confused
The judges' whiskers twitch, their ears perk high
As they scrutinize me, with a skeptical eye
The prosecutor purrs, with a sly little grin
"A menace to society, this rat within"
She lists my crimes, with a flick of her tail
Stealing crumbs and cheese, without fail
I tremble with fear, as the charges are read
Guilty by association, my fate's already sealed
The cat judges confer, their tails entwined
Their verdict is clear, their sentence defined
Banishment to the shadows, where I'll hide and creep
A life of scraps and fear, forever to keep
But I argue back, with a squeaky little voice
"Am I not a creature, with a right to rejoice?
I scurvy for food, like you hunt and play
Why is it wrong for me, to survive each day?
I clean up crumbs, and scraps that you leave
Keeping your home tidy, is that not a noble deed?"
The cat judges pause, their ears perked in surprise
A glimmer of doubt, in their feline eyes
They confer once more, their decision revised
A compromise reached, a new sentence devised
"Banishment is too harsh, for a humble rat like you"
They decree, with a nod, "you may scurvy through"
But stay out of our way, and keep your distance true
Or face the consequences, of our feline crew
I breathe a sigh of relief, as the verdict is read
A small victory, for a rat like me, indeed
I scurvy away, with a newfound sense of pride
For even a lowly rat, can make a dignified stride.
The cat judges rise, their robes flowing free
Their eyes gleam with wisdom, as they depart the tree
Their verdict may seem strange, to the feline crowd
But justice is served, in this curious, upside-down world we live in, proud.
Sad memories
jagged like stones
pierce through the air
like bullets
Traveling fast
they keep making fresh wounds...
reloading to aim at
my spirit
And for many strange reasons....
whenever they come
I want to remember the burn
The feel of the moment, opens the skin
over and over again....
I reach out my hand, to catch them mid air...
to slow down the speed
keeping them near
to keep them alive...
to thrive in a box
like old friends....
But they travel too fast.....
I cannot catch them all....
And with each rushing year.....there is less of the sting
I just feel the brush of the wind....
And, I wonder at times,....
just why is it so...
so hard to let go
of the pain?
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Submitted for Contest "Bite of the Cherry"
Sponsor: Charlotte Jade Puddifoot
she is not a bee
but she beside
me becomes
the one
for it seems
accidentally
keeping in
side over
the winter so
they weren't
sown but
now do
house heat
break and
breath yet
naturally
become wanting
to seemingly self
knowingly lift
themselves
up and perhaps
follow the heat
flow of the
house
but these pod
people are next
to my pen so when
i begin or even think
of beginning writing
someone else ex
pressed lift and
with my pen
so do these milk
weed seeds but
i dream that
some night
asleep
one of the
floaters lands
on and then takes
seed in my right
ear where it was
allowed to take
to ear wax earth
grow and when
i awoke saw
butterflies of
a monarchy
reigning
over
me
Form:
Doesn't money feel like slavery,
Delegating where you need to be.
Acquiring desires that are temporary,
Keeping you distracted so you can't see,
Because it's needed to feed the family.
As taxes accumulate rampantly,
The Rich ask the Poor for charity.
As they're selling life by the hour,
Devouring all our precious power.
Waiting to bloom like a flower,
Hour by hour Lives grind down.
Payday is owed to the town,
So there's never enough around.
The sound of new trends come around,
Throwing whats left to the ground.
Enjoying the new trend they found,
Cries of hunger all around.
Not a care in the world,
As they move toward alone.
It's time to cut the chord,
Tying us to money.
So we can see,
The power is in harmony.
Money was a fallacy,
Only gaining what was temporary.
Doing anything necessary just to carry,
Taking the power from you and me,
Stealing eternity,
You'll repeat it till you see.