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My pocket like a onion
I eat onion a lot,
Cos I feel so good about it taste,
The flavour from my lips,
scare's men that gossip,
away from me,
My pocket like an onion,
I understand the benefit,
of an onion
It lower my headache,
Help relax my body temperature,
A white herb,
Yet when I slice the onion
Tears run down my eyes,
Like a man moaning his wife,
My pocket like an onion,
Like a jungle,
Like a ghetto,
Life is painted with a fight,
Where Struggling is ovious,
Like a do me, I do you,
Competiting for survival,
In a tiny line of opportunity,
My pocket like an onion
When it comes to money,
The space of the rich,
to the poor,
Is largely clear,
in the third world,
People always eager,
To do something,
But still found,
nothing to do,
My pocket like an onion
When I was a boy,
I was never worried,
about tommorow,
Cos! In my youth,
I never understood,
what the system is all about,
I never worked,
cos I was at school,
My parent provides,
all that it take,
Papa use to say! son,
one day you will be a man,
I love when he says that,
cos! it create a joy in me,
Doe I never understood,
the gravity behind his words,
Now am older,
Is time to be a man,
My pocket like an onion
I found my self working,
First job In Africa,
It like a play,
The wages,
was nothing to write home about,
working so hard,
For a common wage,
when I check my pocket,
Hmmmmmm........, is a word,
No comment,
My pocket like an onion
throwing out all in my pocket,
Yet nothing is found,
So bitter I grief,
Is a funny world right?
tears run down my eyes,
Like when I slice the onion,
Cos of an empty pocket,
After a hard day job,
My pocket like an onion,
situation like this still
Exist in the third world,
On a high scale,
Where empty pocket,
Provokes one to shade tears
like when u slice an onion,
What a past life experience,
My pocket like an onion!
If i ruled the world ?
The thing that i would pray and wish
for first and foremost above all else
Is that i do not fall victim to the seduction and power of corruption
Because if this is the fate which i and those over whom i am to rule awaits
Then respectfully my answer to the question
is no comment i wish to plead the 5th amendment
As i would rather choose to be a subject
to be ruled over
Than stand a single chance however slight
that may be of becoming a dictator , sycophant
or tyrant
If i ruled the world ?
I would put the world to right's
As thing's couldn't get any worse
but potentially could get so much better
Time slowly creeps on by
This teardrop in my eye
Sun sets on another day
Trying to find my own way
Towards,,I have no clue
Wish I knew
Don't know what I want
No love that haunts
No nothing that holds me back
No desire on the attack
Something new
The past I blew
I want I want ...what do I want
A voice always there with a taunt
Standing still
Against my will
Nothing to show
Lost my get up and go
Just ..don't know
What do I want ..a moment to find
Something left behind
Peace of mind
Lost in the moment
There it went
Too late
Always seems my fate
Time seems to die
Lost in the why
Next step uncertain
Know it's not the final curtain
Just Lost to the moment
No comment
No thought
Nothing tought
A moment wasted
What was tasted
Time still slides on by
Lost in the why
Lonely poems sitting
isolated- Something
like real life.
Poems read secretly
in silence..Not even
to say
Hi: I read your poem
today or:Kilroy was
here.
Lonely
poems..sitting on
a site read
incognito.
Snob asks "what is
the form"?
I am just miniature
I just like to write
I don't teach
literature.
When poets fail
to acknowledge
poetry
that could befriend
them,it is a sad
state.
No hope for the
larger
society.
I will find a
happier home
for my poems one day
where people will
cheer
my poetry and say,
"hey
way to go" I like
the flow.
I loved the way you
fueled your word
play
and your poem has
made my day. Maybe
I will take them all
away
and put them in a
book.
Then charge you to
look;
Over five years I
remained
true to you,and no
gain
no refrain.Lonely is
the pain
isolated poems,feel
defeat
When traffic is
flowing
and no one visits my
street. Or have they?
900 read
No Comments Posted
....My Poem....
I dare you not to like "my poem"...not to read my writing...but when you do...you passively read it like it's some child's drawing on the refrigerator....I dare you not to comment on "my poem"...but I know you read it...skimming through my words...waiting for a cute antidote to cure your reading mind....but still not
having the decency to leave a comment in kind gestures...this poem is for the suggesters who encourages me to keep writing...exciting the reader's mind with my pen to write a no comment response poem again...it makes me shed a tear
which falls on "my poem" and causes the fountained ink to leave smudges on the sheet of paper...think...this poem is for the poem contest judges...I hate ya...
I enter the contests....follow the rules...but I don't even get a good job comment
from your views....I dare you to skim through this poem...and not comprehend
that I can't stand it when I put my poems out there to make the world of poets
realize that I am here...aware that I am alive...well enough to write "my poem"
which gets no comments...but receives reads...4 of them are mine...
but at least i know they were read...thoughts of my words being copied or stolen
stay circling in my head...but I'll be fine...I dare you not to like "my poem"...but you read it fast enough to know that...I'm not begging I'm egging you on to keep me strong 'til I'm gone..or done with writing...pen to paper...reading mind exciting
mine to write..."My Poem"
By: Peter DeSpirito
Happiness to me can be found in
even the strangest of dark places
As any comment to me
Even if it's only just for someone
to have a go and criticize my point
of view and what i have wrote about
Is a million times better than
no comment at all
To me a comments a comment
even if it's not a compliment or
a bad one
Who am i to say i and what i
write about is right
All i know and think is that
individual cared enough to
take the time to read and comment
in the 1st place
So gratefully cheers regards much obliged and my sincere appreciation thanking you very much to anyone who has ever read and commented
on a poem i wrote
The heart wants what the heart
wants and any form of
comment brings me untold
happiness and yearning for
my next
As personally a comment
to me is a writters best friend
And as i have so very far and few
i am often forced to call upon
that age old idiom in barron times
It's not all about the quantity
but the quality
Dear Sweetheart
How do I say goodbye?
My pen it seems so suddenly shy
I search for angels nearby
But ours is not to question why
Some thoughts of you tempt us cry
Remembering the rainbows you made us ride
The lines delivered waves of your tide
The words you use painted and dyed
Earths promise of eternity turned into a lie
The day we learned that you had died
After weeks and weeks we blindly spied
Your words were absent from our eye's
Your forest had turned to desert dry
Some of us asked why you turned aside
Some never doubted and silently cried
She left no comment or even reply
Just a message that she might die
Even so death is a surprise
I wouldn't have sent you this goodbye
We don't have you but we have your supply
Now that you have wings use them to fly
Wild Horse Poets
Like wild horses, we trample poems for fun?
Leaving no comment!
Is that our measure of another poet's heart treasure?
I read some phenomenal poetry today.
Horse poets left no comments.
Hundreds of them.
And shame on them!
Over dweebish poetry, we lick their
boots.
While true poets, with wisdom and
originality.
We ignore with obvious ignominy.
What is commenting really about?
Some use it at a stage to flaunt their
insipid intellectual prowess!
But the comment shows who you are,
a clown, nothing more!
Maybe reading poems is a race?
I do not play that game.
I won't comment if a poem is inhumane.
But, I think these orphaned poems are
truly a shame.
Some far better than some POTD's
Left, under a gravestone, silent!
You fast typists, especially, gee, can
you type at least one word?
Do not leave good poems without
recognition.
Or are we only commenting to contest
winners for our selfish recognition?
June 19, 2020
8:30 pm PST
Poem # 1256
I know it is tradition
But this year I have chosen a theme for Thanksgiving
We will not include turkey, ham, or beef of any kind
The theme is vibrant veggie
These instructions were given to my cousin Sue
From her brand-spanking-new-daughter-in-law Midge
So, you will be hosting? Deciphered Sue.
No, Midge told her. You may clean.
But I will be bringing the decorations.
We do not want Pilgrims or Indians or any of that rot.
Sue asked, “Can I still bake the traditional cinnamon cake?”
“Sorry,” Midge said. “Too much sugar.”
I am listening to my cousin and I have no comment.
She only has one grandchild.
All of her eggs in one basket.
She does not want to alienate that egg's mother.
“So, she is letting you clean!” I say cheerfully.
“If I do it right,” Sue says.
I have no other words.
We both know I'll pick you, win or lose. I'll pick you even when you refuse because at this point, it's obvious, your only dating her just to not date me because we're complicated and her, she's the safest option but it's easy to see when it's just you and me, no one can come in between. And even she knows that. Your last two girlfriends did too. We have that undeniable chemistry, we act like there's no one else in the room. We have staring contests just for fun like you're not dating anyone. You said that you wanted someone, funny how that someone's never me. You're running away because you're emotionally unavailable and you don't want me to walk away so you just dangle the bait in front of my face every single day instead of just coming out and telling me if you like me or not. Your girlfriend even told you that I liked you and you couldn't resist but bring it up to me so I said "no comment" but all the proof you needed was my red face and what's surprising is you didn't reject me like you did a year ago because you have no boundaries and I'm an overthinker. That's why this is happening. We're the same but different.