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MY LOST ROMEO
You're my only love
And I call you my love
You are my Romeo
And my inamorato
I feel so captivated
To be loved by you
All I ever wanted
Was to be with you
And finally will you marry me
You asked me
Yes I will marry you
And live my lifetime with you
I gave you wholly
I loved you unconditionally
I gave you totally
I loved you solely
Everything happened so fast
Present turned into past
It was not meant to last
It just needed to past
You became cold it was rust not gold
Beautiful memoirs turned spoiled as mold
Not even our friendship was saved
You just turned your back and faded
Tears left falling
Never heard my heart's aching
Leaving without talking
Your heart's not beating
Into the bliss fading
Into the dark not worth remembering
Goodbye to you my Romeo
And my inamorato
August 23, 2015
"IN RESPONSE TO MY FIRST POEM"
Till we meet again
I said to ease the pain
To someone who turned his back
Who shall never come back
Pain can last
But time should pass
This feeling must end
But up to what extent
Till we meet again
When will I see you again
My Heart aches deeply
My Heart breaks softly
Gone are the days
Of the coffee for two
Will surely miss those days
At the cinema too
The smiles on your face
The sweet words from your lips
Like the sun that rises
As crisp as your kisses
Till we meet again
see you again
I will wait for that day
As long as the sun has its ray
@Copyright Meline C. Ngo September 28, 2015
supporting the anti-communists in
the Soviet Union from
1944 to 1989---
supporting al-Za’im in Syria in
1949---
installing Shah Mohammed Reza
Pahlevi in 1953 Iran---
supporting Colonel Carlos Castillo
Armas in 1954 Guatemala---
providing weapons to anti-communist
Tibetans, from the mid-1950’s to the
1970’s---
rounding up & supporting the Laotian
Hmong to fight communists in Laos,
from the mid-1950’s to the 1970’s---
providing weapons, money and aid to
Colonel Ahmad Hussein and Colonel
Ventje Sumual’s forces in 1958
Indonesia---
attemped to assassinate Fidel
Castro various times, training
anti-communists to invade Cuba
in 1959 through the failed Bay of
Pigs operation and Operation
Mongoose---
supported coup of Rafael Trujilo’s
regime in the Dominican Republic
in 1961 and his subsequent
assassination---
supported the Ba’ath Party killing of
Abd al-Karim Qasim in 1963---
instigated, supported and provided
money to those carrying out the
coup & assassination of Ngo Dinh
Diem in 1963’s South Vietnam---
supported Joao Goulart’s removal
via coup d’etat in 1964’s Brazil---
supported anti-communist
right-wingers in 1967’s
Greece, killing what had been a
democratically elected government
there---
did everything under the sun to
eliminate the government of elected
President Salvador Allende in Chile,
from 1970-1973, including the
murder of Rene Schneider---
supported the military overthrow
of Argentina’s democratically
elected Isabel Martinez de Peron in
1976---
Mary Moorman took a Polaroid snap of
John Kennedy at the exact moment he
received his fatal head wound. Her
picture has fuelled many conspiracy
theories.
I’m inclined to opine
(it’s a passion of mine –
to conclusions you’ll think me
a jumper)
that assassins abound,
widely scattered around,
and they’re thicker than bugs
on a bumper!
In this photo alone
sniper gunmen unknown,
and it only takes looking
to nail ‘em.
(Boy, if I’d been around
when those witches were found,
they’d a made me the mayor
of Salem!)
Take that guy on the stairs
who’s been snapped unawares
(you would see, if we had him
in slo-mo):
he’s a pal of Rosselli,
‘cos I’ve seen him on telly,
and I’m outing him now – Perry Como!
And the perp on the plinth
with the sleazebag named Cynth –
he’s a Russian, with codename
“Zapruder”.
Wait – she’s “Marilyn”, yes?
Geez, why didn’t I guess?
Then he obviously must be …
Ry Cooder!
Between Badge Man and Ry
there’s a big hairy guy,
who is clearly preparing
to shoot.
Why can’t anyone see?
Ngo Dinh Diem, obviously –
he’s disguised in a chimpanzee suit!
Where the pergola ends –
it screams out at you, friends –
near where Cynth and Zapruder
are grappling,
waits a killer from Cuba
with poison-dart tuba,
dressed up as a sycamore sapling.
I’m alerting the Pope
to conspiracy dope
that’s contained in this
Polaroid snap –
What? The sapling is lush?
It’s a Texas-type bush?
Why’d you give me that
paranoid crap?
A Klingon Lullaby Of Love
(In English and Klingon)
Come to me my little Klingon turtle dove
Drive your poisoned knife into my enemy
Feed me their hearts while they die bleeding
Still pumping life under the old volcanic fight
Eruptions laid with lust, lava flowing over us
Molten rocks forged in fevered red in heaven
Thrust your jagged teeth in me
Rip my back with pleasure
Dig with claws and howls to hell and back
Under the exploding Praxi moon of doom
Planet Kronos still orbits on but damaged
Shattered but ready for battle to the death
To fight in war is our birthright
To die with you by my side an honor
Let us scream together for a while
A Klingon lullaby of love
Psychotic savage passion is never wise
When we rise to the occasion of a smile
-Klingon-
tlhIngan najmoHwI' muSHa'ghach
(qaStaHvIS English Hol 'ej tlhIngan)
loQ tlhIngan turtle Qa'oy Ha' jIHvaD
tar taj yItungHa', qaH QaQ vaj jagh
tIq je' jIHvaD wa'vatlh Hegh chaH regh
reH pump yIn bopummeH ngo' volcanic ghob
eruptions je lust, rIn maHvaD flowing vaHbo' lan chaH
jag Ho' jop molten nagh, pa' fever Doq chalDaq forged reH jIHvaD Rip Dub bel
pach bey pagh ghe''or 'ej Dub tlhInganpu' 'ej mol HaghmoHwI'
bopummeH jor praxi maS doom
bav poH'a' yuQ Qo'noS 'ach QIH
'a SuH ghIqtal may' tlhuHDaj
qaStaHvIS veS ghob birthright
Hegh pong Dop batlh
maHvaD ghu'vam jach nItebHa' vIS
tlhIngan najmoHwI' muSHa'ghach
psychotic nongtaHghachwIj Qa' val not
ghorgh QamchoH maH mon occasion
There are no heroes
Just people ,gods and the devil
There are no heroes
David couldn’t resist peeping
Moses couldn’t stop running
And Obama really did start ISIS
He got a nobel for peace
There are no heroes
Just choices, decisions and errors
There are no heroes
Batman benefits from the status quo
The equivalent of many NGO,s
Their business is helping the poor
How can poverty be evil
It provides the opportunity to help
Jesus Christ lost faith
God became an atheist
Eli Eli Lama Sabachthani
Lazarus had to die a second time
And Gandhi really did hate black people
There are no heroes
Just People, opportunities and chances
There no heroes
Solomon really loved the soft life
Jacob was a thief and a cheat
The whole of the Old Testament
Is justified Genocide
History is mostly stories of people dying
And My father broke my heart
There are no heroes
There are no saints
Just people
Just people doing their best
And good branding doing the rest
So don’t Judge lest history judges you
Don’t proclaim you are good
The other side cannot agree
Do your best
It is all there is to do
Always do it with love
That is how you know its good
Unless you are Hitler
Unless you are Leopold
Or Herod
Or Stalin
Or Mao
Or Karen
Or Ken
Or any human being distressed, obsessed, possessed
By The religion of their state, their tribes and their race
There are really no heroes
Just people, gods and the devil
Ngikhala kwaduma imihosha.
Ngikhala zoma,kepha izinyembezi zeminyaka.
Ungangibona ngihleka,ufunge ukuthi konke kulungile.
Kanti cha akunjalo,ngizama ukuzelapha.
Noma ngazi ukuthi ayizelaphi kepha ngisuke ngizama izaba nje.
Uma ungibona ngimile egcekeni ngibuka,ngasesangweni.
Ngisuke ngicabanga lezo nsuku ezandlulayo.
Lapho engangimbona,engena emamatheka umtakababa.
Qede sibingelelane kube mnadi.
Kwashabalala,konke njengamazola ebona ilanga.
Konke lokhu kuyawulimaza umphefumulo wami.
Ngibuka into engekho,ngibuka into engeke isenzeka.
Lokhu usengu mufi usekokhokho.
Inxeba,ngike ngithule ngibuka abazali bami ngidabuke.
Lokhu ngiyazi kubo kubuhlung ngokuphindiwe.
Ngisho ngoba nami,Nazi ezami izingane.
Uma ngizibheka kufika usizi qede zehle kancane.
Kungenzeka yini nakimi njengakubazali bami?
Ngisakhala namanje ngomfowethu ngohlala ngikhala.
Ngikhala njengomfelokazi ekhumbule umyeni wakhe .
Noma ngizama ukwendlulisa,kepha imicabango iziyela yona lapho ethanda khona.
Into ebuhlungu mangikhumbula umnewethu kuvele kuvuke usizi.
Inxeba enginalo alipholi.
Kunalokhu liyabhibha usuku nosuku.ngenza yeminjunju yenkumbulo.
Kuyoba nini ngo phela ngaphakathi?
Ngiqoma ukufa kwangempela.
Kunokufa ngibe ngidla anhlavana.
ACRONYMS
In 1970, Philip got land phone connection with STD.
Later he bought TV set along with player DVD.
In service, Philip was posted as SDO
As social worker he was attached to an NGO.
His son John when child was vaccinated BCG.
He was particular to monitor regular ECG.
John when admitted to college joined NCC.
At that time Philip became an agent of LIC.
With Economics Honors John completed BA
Soon he took admission in MBA.
John had applied for US VISA,
as he earnestly wished to visit NASA.
John is acting in a TV serial with high TRP.
Since then, he has been treated as VIP.
Second son Jack got Degree in MBBS
Later he became an FRCS.
Third son Tom quizmaster holds lots of FAQ
and always depends on his own IQ.
He allots question asking who is WHO?
What do you mean by ‘I see you ‘ or ICU?
04/05/21
First Place
'All Yours ( May 20 ) Contest by Brian Strand
I could lie twas Salma
Who made I edit my note
A love note it was a rem1
Reminder with a Coordinate
Coordinates do come home
I pleaded heard turning into ice
Starlet breezing without a care
Re-ignited the flames of drama
Mtanga an African love story..
At the stadium of heroes Gee Tanga
Led you the way in a Month of love
Kaayan did I utter your name the 4thM
Kensoul you make trainers dreams of No
Of Mo love M1 when all are beautiful Wooo
Aromas of well cooked Warriors of colour
#aKFS peace day
All K's Forces are Special
NGO Na Ngao ya kidavida
Volt and Coat of Arms..
Isn't a Verso genxermais pillar
Not to be found at Kemets Border..
Champe for a cause..
Cast aside were you
TanaTeru Glory of Sion..
#RiuKeyLifeBirthings
An eruption magmation
A living machine eyes all around
Who saw The Lord of Host
Twas You MyKinsman Isaiah son Of Amoz
Who will help us but US
Inspire with a punch held high
As them kids cover up in Bibs
Am a GJDeon Arma Water Bird..
#Staring at the scorching Sun
#UshakaBayete2022 codeZed 254
how dismal
how depressed
how dejected
who are they?
so human like yet so unlike
are they real?
their shabby dirty hair
tattered clothes
for mercy they stare
they need us and our care
muddy unkempt faces
resemblance to humans is in traces
we need to be fair
if possible their sorrows we must share
their state is bare
they need our healing touch
need us to clutch
roofless and have hardly any clothes to wear
women and girls with little to gear
long has been the sultry condition
no NGO has such a generous mission
awaiting nothing
but mercy lets do something
their poverty makes a petition
were they born just for addition
why were they born?
to be jealous of the blessed
to look lusciously at the well dressed
to be left homeless and forlorn
arise to empathize
make them come close to human size
I do my little bit, I collect n give my spare belongings
Clothes ,utensils n groceries ,things they were longing.