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Folks living by the coast line
have been given an unpleasant evacuation order, not a warning,
" Evacuate immediately, Sandy is coming with rain
and strong gusts...some of you will refuse to leave town,
standing on the beach watching
the hurricane's four feet tides rise....are you insane? "
The concerned cop on the loud speaker says,
" Take what you can and hop in your car and head for
the Evacuation Center...there you'll be safe! "
Hesitation persists on their stubborn faces...
" Take your kids to a safer place, food and clothes will be available! "
An elderly woman screams, " Listen to him and go! "
I have seen a dozen storms, but hurricane Sandy is a vicious name!"
" Go, don't let any children shake and ramble! "
Randy has already hit the Jersey shore,
and slowing moving up to New York's Harbor;
another exodus from this Melting Pot
that once was struck by a terrorists' attack...
now, a Natural Disaster. " Sins of wicked people! "
That preacher on Third Avenue shouts while ringing a bell,
" Turn to God and He will not punish anyone anymore! "
" Shut up!" A punk smoking crack tells him..." Who's this God
whom you are talking about? Why is he so angry and uses the rod? "
I was His child, but today my master is the Devil! "
When hurricane Sandy comes, I won't be waiting for vicious killer winds,
be blown away as glass shatters and rooftops fall;
I will be safe in my home, praying for the ones in danger.
" Everyone listen and heed, hurricanes are no jokes...pack your belongings
and flee to safety! Isn't it life-threatening to all?"
I grab the car keys and off I go with uncombed hair.
You come into my world
a child of mine
of heart and mind creation
sweetly under my flair
following my soul
tracing my steps
growing to a tremendous wealth
encoding my particles.
Soulless, dry lands
under your sway
strike gold.
In tune with my aches
you turn wild hearing my chuckles
reposing your whole on my chest
waiting for my muse to awake.
Of my grip, now at liberty
you outgrow my rooms
claiming your fame
a world of your own
you set your very rules and truths
pearls of wisdom
you conceive collections
you portray cruelties
Love glorified
Hate on the loose
you shake minds, weaken hearts
souls drift
lose sight and shore
Pain and joy you cause
fear you strike
spells you do break
a sleeping beauty you enchant awake.
Powerful and persuasive as you are
you stir emotions to life and death
your decipherer you bewitch and hypnotise
Renowned for your feats of relief and healing
I am into your world
paradoxically under your flair
you create my world!
August 24th, 2018
Vulessero Vasa, she called my name from the cleaned room.
There she asked: Vide O' Mare? no: no I answered, looking
at a painting Spira Tanti sentimento, yes she smiled
a perfection of sentiment, a glamorous rendering
or art. It's so, so he said jokingly. So, so it's worth more
than all you could ever image. Perfection is expensive isn't it?
Quite expensive indeed.looking out the window she remarked of
being happy the rain had stopped: she love the aroma of
outside after the storm. Marvelous the nights, starry eyed and
warm.Candlelite was thematic for evening
our supper we dined and danced by candle lite. By the fireplace
we sat watching and waiting, we were determined to stay woke
until the power had been restored.Romance, makes way to love
might you make love to me she asked him: then he never said a word.
We woke to the sound of chainsaw, buzzing and a barking dog from the junkyard scratching at the door.Breakfast was awkward,
after which we finished cleaning. I told her I had to leave she told me
what night shall we be again? His anwser was straight forward and bold,
he told her to speak him as hers and the days we speak shall be
tommorrows as lovers.She said when you comeback to Surreinto
stand in the door and I will invite you in as my fiancee.
~ONE TWO THREE IT’S NOT EASY~
One, two, three it’s supposed to be easy…
But watching you makes me queasy
Four, five, six, don’t even go there
I refuse doing it standing on a chair…
Seven, eight, nine - no this is not divine.
I am fed up with this counting lark
No more will there be waiting in the dark
I am fed with you and all your ways
Its time to have a parting day.
When you came into my life
No one said it’s like being a wife
Get off the chair it’s not going to be
I can’t stand you and you can’t stand me.
Next time I look in yellow pages
For a decorator that won’t take ages
I’ll make sure he at least has a ladder
And is not creepy like an adder
Be gone before I count once more
Take you paper and get out through that door
Be gone I will not pay you, nothing have you done
Except turn off my electricity and sit down on your bum.
You tell me it’s an expert - in decorating you are
Yet leave me in the dark while you go out for a jar...
It took me a while to realise the reason the power is off
So I couldn’t see when you pee in my sink now go, yes you p… off
They say count to ten before you lose your temper
But my blood is hot and its not distemper
You leave my house, come back no more
Because if I reach ten, you'll find yourself on that floor.
© ~GG~ 4/08/2012
Today I got a dream
The world was ending
Global warming stroked up
Everyone rushing for the rescue
Stampede produced all over the cities
Roads were blocked
And everyone's head was cocked
Billionaires got their way to the rockets
The rest fighting in vain to survive
My mind blazed in confusion
As I couldn't find a motive for their struggle
Oblivious as it was
Survival and peace was their cause
But why not hug your loved ones
Rather than bleeding all along
Why not share the limited time with each other
Rather than wasting time waiting for a miracle
Which wasn't going to occur
It all started from an envelope
An envelope of promise to return.
Everyday a lady loved so dear by a young man
Is waiting for a letter in the mailbox.
Rain or shine, not a week passed
That a letter in an envelope is not delivered.
Until one day and a week passed
And not a single letter was dropped in the box.
Wondering what could have possibly happened to the male beau
The young lady sent a letter to her lover
But she received no reply.
Many weeks passed and the young lady got sick.
More weeks passed and the expectant lady spent days in bed.
She lost her appetite for everything.
She lost weight and was sleepless in many nights.
Until one day she received a letter from the mailbox.
An envelope of promise that she long waited.
Finally her energy went back.
And each morning she has won her life back.
Ladies in the city, gather on street
For a pot of water, they yell and fight.
To sell his vegetable baskets, touts
the vegetable vendor, aloud he shouts.
A butterfly breaches the camaflouged pupa,
stretches the wings, starts her first flight.
A little boy gets persistent scoldings from papa
for his low marks, stands he like an armoured knight.
Waiting for customers, cobbler opens his little shop.
Searching for a job, a young man wanders non stop
With perturbed and prudential thoughts, swirls every mind.
Caring about nothing, there on the tree, near branch twined,
sings notes, a koel, from dawn to dusk
Before Rick Perry left the race,
They interviewed some fans.
One woman said a vote for him
Was surely in her plans.
The journalist asked why and so
She went on to explain.
She thought Rick Perry’s love of God
Embellished his campaign.
That answer didn’t shock me;
Pious folks want him elected.
Her second reason, though, was not
At all what I expected.
She said, “I like Rick Perry’s wife
Because she’s so submissive.”
Those words were so amazing
My reaction was dismissive.
But then I thought about it and
I reached this sad conclusion:
Equality for women’s still
An out-of-reach illusion.
For there are women, young and old,
Who feel it is their place
To be subservient to men,
Which I find a disgrace.
We’ve come so far and fought so hard
Yet there are those still stuck
With values long-rejected by
Most females filled with pluck.
I’m glad Rick Perry’s given up
And stepped out of the fight.
Unfortunately, he’s got clones
Just waiting on the right.
#Im_being_led
Invisible chains on my body, shackling my abilities.They said "we are molding you, crafting you, to our own like".They "said I wasn't refined enough".
They straining and enforcsing their culture into my system, was them directing my paths, mind and physic. I'm led into the great unknown to me, blindfolded, fear crippling my fragility, ravished out of my comfort zone, being refined to enforce their ethics and noms, to salvage my life and those unknown to me.
This dark world of wickedness and evil, hissing my name, waiting in the pitch black darkness, busy loading and sharpening their sharp weapons.
My spirit uprightened, accompanied by spiritual warriors, pushing me upfront: "we are behind you", they said. Fear "nothing for we are fearless ourselves", dragging with weariness, my tinny body. Sensation of courage overwhelming my spirit, forth I pierce, through dark thick and thin,
I'm escorted, by those whose greatness surpasses space and time.
#Poetic_Ink
A letter from old mother to here son
Dear son :
One day you will see me old, an reasonable in my behavior......
At then please be patient...
Give it some time and some patience to understand me...
When my hand shakes..
When my food falls on my chest...
When I don't have the strength to ware my clothe..
Have some patient and remember years were passing I was teaching you what I cant do
today..
If I am no more pretty and smell bad...
Don't` blame me.
Just remember when you were little how hard I tried to make you look hansom and smell
good.
Don't laugh at me if you see my ignorance and not understanding things in your
generation...
Instead be my eye and my mind to catch up what I missed....
I am the one who mannered you and teach you how to face the life..
How come today you are teaching me what is most and what is not..
Don't be burred from my weak memory and slow talking and thinking when I am talking to
you...
Though my happiness from talking to you is just to be with you..
Just help me to do what I need because I still know what I need...
when my feet fail to carry me to where I want....
Be kind with me and remember I hold your hand a lot so you can walk...
Never be shamed to hold my hand today because tomorrow you will look for someone to
hold your hand.
In my age I know I am not facing life like you...
But simply I am waiting death..
So be with me not on me..
when you remember some of my mistakes know for sure all I wanted was your best interest..
Best thing you can do with me is forgive my mistakes and protect my privacy...
May GOD forgive you and protect you...
Your laugh ,your smile still makes me happy as they were before...
Do not prevent me for your company..
I was with you when you were born so be with me when I die ......