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Unbothered

Please don't screw this one up! Im sorry, Not another wor-Shut the whole  up! I'm tired that of all the  you say! I am not sorry, for the kindness and for the reflections, I have no one and nothing yes yes you tell me every day we all the world is ending but it's not its America with a lot of bots! Too much A.I and not enough love we get it, the day you have is only the day on your heart ! Some  hurts and the world sit's there sipping their tea, That's ok you're drowning in open sea's but people are concerned with the people over sea's that have volunteered to be the eyes and ear's of the war that never cease to feel the hope they decided to give up in order to be seen as a hero or who have fallen prey to the lies that come for the ones controlling the pleads that have said on repeat.

The only problem is the invisible pain that is never treated, You take the tools given to you or thrown at you and make them into skill's or lessons, So tell me all the  that's going wrong, tell me all the  that I'm doing wrong! Point them out and shine your light, I hear that laughter and i see the stares, But i see the confusion in the eye's of those who don't get the joke. Go ahead and put my tears in your glass and make my life your entertaining for you, I wont choke on stage, I've been in this show for year, Not drama or sadness, Just me enjoying the view, Why are we sitting here? Because it's silent, Oh yeah this is a peaceful place. But this is an odd place, What's that noise? Why, that's our ride, Oh no need to get up. Just sit here with me and take this tea, This track it's beautiful, The sun just setting and you can hear the horn's. Oh no I laced that tea you couldn't move if you wanted to. What's that look for? Oh you thought the train was meant for us!? Oh no, this track as been abandoned for years.. 

Anyone can be here and enjoy the view, So lets chill, How can life just not get to you?. It's easy when you have been unmothered, unwanted, and unknown, Well you become numb and just not able to react in time for things after years of living you feel the pain of nothing, you stand on that edge of deep space and never think to jump but you just breath and just lay down. Because a bee can sting when you move, But when you stand still the unknown becomes unbothered.


Trimdon Grange Explosion

TRIMDON GRANGE EXPLOSION   *  
( 16 FEB  1882,  DURHAM,  ENGLAND )

Noo March is heor and the wind she’s cowld  *
But the sixty nine sowls divvent feel it   -  strange
Theor noo  wheor they  feel nee  cowld and nivver get owld
Since they gave theor sowls at Trimdon Grange.

Last month on that bad  sixteenth day
Owld   Widow  Burnett went to church to pray
For the  three  fine  sons she once cherished
Noo,  aal  too soon,   they hev  aal  perished

In  thet dusty  pit the  rolleyways worn’t  proper  wattored  *
And in the Harvey Seam -  a thoosand foot doon
And three miles lang   -   that’s   aal  thet  mattored.
The goaves  *   wor filled wi’ gas and the dust wes  aal  around.

They  winnet  be  gannin yem  nee maor  *
Nor scrannin theor supper  o’  pan hagglety *
Nor hengin theor coats yon under the staor
Nor scoffin  theor  bait and sugary  tea

Wor  footbaal  tyem’s  gannin  tiv  miss the  lads
Joseph, Geordie, and James and the fower Broons
We’ll  nivver  forgit what gyems we had
And when we skelped  Hartlepool Toon *

At Durham Big Meetin  as the bands  made a start
And the teams showed  theor  best to the  crood
We were cowpin  wor creels in the clart  *
and  shootin   the odds  o’  Hartlepool  oot  lood.

Oh  weel, they left hame that morning to eorn theor daily bread;
Noo  theor  scrannin  in a place where danger is nee maor.
Sixty nine men and boys wor numbered wi  the dead.
Aye, death will pay us  aal  a visit : they hev  ownly  gone befaor.

…………………………………………………………………………

*       One of the worst coal mining disasters in England

*       The dialect is known as “Geordie” and is still widely known today  in the UK.  It
is the   dialect of my own childhood, sadly now heavily overlain with standard English.

*       Watering kept the explosive dust under control

*        A  goaf was a working gallery in the mine

*        Pan hagglety  -  a  fried mutton dish

*        The  Trimdon Grange soccer team beat Hartlepool’s team the previous year.

*        They won’t be going home any more

*        Doing somersaults on the muddy ground
Form: Verse

Ich Such Dos Stetl/ Ich Suche Das Schtetl /I N Search of the Shtetl/

Ich such dos shtetl
Wos mer wird zogn
wos mer baj zejn vergongenhejt
nich reizn, wos mer zogt,
wo sejn di wolkns, wos is geblibn
vun de zejt mer hot nich mer gehert.
Mer zogn leben,
gezejtn zogt mer zej dos mer,
wo wosr nich mecht misn sejn strond.
Wos seg ch' fir mejn leben,
wor ols gewesn a luft,
a donk vun a blinder,
wu mich ken sehn mit sej oign.
A endlos schwajgn wor gekumn,
mit mejn iker a zwojts,
zerflußn wi a regn.
Iber geslech, iber hajser,
gebrent mit a rojtn schajn,
fligt a wolkn.
Nem majn bilt furt vun dej schtot,
lern mi ojs tantsn.

-------------------------------------------------

Was wird man sagen,
was über seine Vergangenheit,
nicht reisen, so sagt man,
wo sind die Wolken, was ist geblieben
von der Zeit, nichts hat man mehr gehört.
Wir sagen wir leben,
das Meer hat Gezeiten, wie man so sagt,
das den Strand nicht missen möchte.
Was sag ich von meinem Leben?
War alles nur Trugbild,
ein Dank eines Blinden,
der mich mit seinen Augen sehen kann?
Ein endloses Schweigen war hereingebrochen,
mit meinem Gesicht kam ein zweites,
zerfloss wie im Regen
über Gassen und Häuser,
verbrannt mit rotem Schein
zieht eine Wolke.
Trag' mein Bild aus der Stadt,
lern' mich das Tanzen.

---------------------------------------------

What will they say,
what about the past,
no travelling, so they say,
where are the clouds, what is left
of time, nothing more was heard.
We say we are alive,
the ocean got its tide, as they call it,
which does not want to miss the beach.
What shall I say about my life?
Was everything a fatamorgana,
a grace of a blind man,
who can see me with his eyes?
An endless silence had set in,
with my face came a second,
melted as if it was rain,
over alleys and houses,
scorched with a red gleam
a cloud is wandering.
Carry my picture from the town,
teach me to dance.

Premium Member John 316

WHAT ONE ACT
                                              OF TRUE LOVE
                                              HAVE I DONE
                                               THAT WILL
                                                INDICATE
                         GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD THAT HE GAVE HIS                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                
                         ONLY SON THAT WHOSOEVER BELIEVES IN HIM                                                                                                                 
                         SHOULD NOT PERISH BUT HAVE ETERNAL LIFE
                                                     AND
                                                   DEMON                                           
                                                   STRATE
                                                   MY DEEP
                                                      AND
                                                   ABIDING
                                                    LOVE
                                                     FOR
                                                    GOD'S
                                                    WOR
                                                     LD?
                  

                   09112018PoSoupContest, Picture It, Maureen McGreavy
Form: Concrete

Down Beat

the causes i have lost
ever think the clouds
are hiding something
unfelt from birth
bounced around by atoms
grounded to beneath the ground
down
beaten like a beg
with no
rested pecs
Hero to nuns
ashamed suns
ending just befor
be
gin in a gin ring
unnoticedly unnotice a
bubble
dying from time
denying the seconds
out
round 2
this er keeps getting up
how
looking right threw me
with a listing lisping lips lubricate lusciously less
than naught
no's brought
the anti existent uneffisent to
cause a fuss
Spitting pity like leaded aero plain
as the knows on your face
ends of the human
race you to the bottom
Stop dare any God
stop my wor
nope no takers
ok demons djinns
here my jutting chin
Nope no one
you belittle me humanity
devolving so i dont belong
hope nature kills you
well thats your natural
state the truth
no fear for me
i dont believe the
now i put the instead of thee
what does the mean how many
dont know the meaning of simple words
watching love sold on revolving
on a crystal shelf
marked priceless
for all to bid on
and on this poem goes
but listen how the lines doth flow
almost hear the whispered wishes of a wave
forever breaking
a storms applause
or throw money


Let Me Be

"through the dark I can only see the light"

~

matches made
knot
at heaven's gate
true feelings
begin
as this is it
life's never ending fate

(w)rapping
tongues touch
deep in one another's soul

and all the wor(l)ds
make us whole

a book of prophets
unsettled
in the aching moments
held tight

corners of your parchment heart curling
in a helpless flight
a love of light
lifts and fades away

words written out
sensual and smooth
true and tried
finding the yellow in the blue

petals of a once blooming rose
no longer wilting
as seasons finally close

•

blank eyes blink
staring off into darkened night
final chapters unfold
as life
unravels within the unrest
it has to
it has to
come apart
tainted tears drip upon the pages
lost
from the very start

•

O' let me be your rain
to be there to comfort you
to wash away the pain
O' let me be your rain
caressing the very of your grey

let your flowers bloom
in the backdrop
of a naked sky
starless
where tommorow holds
breath
hidden deep inside
every heartfelt cry
© Ts Poetry  Create an image from this poem.

Tu

My Aunt in California, she called to tell me good morning.
Her name is Tu, it's true and she's a gem of an Auntie too.

From Vietnam she came, in the year past my mother's flame.
With her eyes she looked at me, in her smile, my mother I see.
Her voice a reminder to me, that my family is near.
Dear to my heart  while far apart, her words wash away my fear.

A charm of broken accent, her words are heaven sent.
"You smaaa and much to gib, big heaaar and li to lib"

You're smart she says, with much to give, a big heart you have.
There's life to  live!  A charm of broken accent, her words so pure
when sent.  

Deciphering is what I did, through my life the words they gave.
Through the times of love and pain, charm of the broken...
whisper my name.

"I go to America schoo, wor tree job to do"
"I come here at forty fi, go to schoo when I forty.Ni"
"I cry, becau no one know my nam"

I love my Auntie True.  Her name my friend, is Tu.

She came at 45, went to med school at 49, 
learning English at the same time.

Now as I sit in rhyme... 
I find courage in broken chimes.
© Izzy Gumbo  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Silent Curse Words

They sent Jamal to detention
for saying "********"
yet he saw a billboard of the "KKK
with the president"

Maria cried when Emily told her
"If you say "f*** again, we won’t be friends"
but Maria heard that "they’re building a wall on CNN"

When Mohamed told Jenny, you have a "big a**"
She practiced her jujitsu and punched him in the face
While eating halal meat for dinner he heard,
"We’re banning people of the Muslim faith"

Danielle sat on the sidelines during the soccer finals
She was red-carded for saying "you’re sh**" to their rivals
but in Time Magazine she read, 
"In Mississippi they’re refusing service to homosexuals"

Ahusaka was in his room today
tweeting to his followers about the super bowl
He didn’t go snowboarding 
He called John a "mofo"
Ding, a notification on Ahusaka’s phone
from the Chicago Tribune
"The new administration is pushing through,
the pipeline under Standing Rock Sioux"

Jamal, Maria, Mohamed, Danielle and Ahusaka
paid their dues
but who's held accountable for "the silen* cur** wor** of the mighty few"
© Elle Kilma  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member There Is a Poem In My Heart

There is a poem in my heart,
that beats in different dialects.

Da ist ein Gedicht in meinem Herzen,
which flows freely through my veins.

Il y à un poème dans mon cœur,
that tickles the tip of my tongue.

Existe um poema no meu coração,
which dances with a million sighs.

Wo xinzhong, youyi shou shi,
that is suppressed by emotionless expression.

Mery dil mein bi aik nazam hai,  
silent, as it cannot be heard through speech.

Jest wiersz w moim sercu,  
unwritten, as it cannot be read through words.

Am o poezie in inima mea,
that hides behind a dynasty of lyrics.

Det er et dikt i mitt hjerte,
which only serenades internal chambers. 

Yparxei ena poihma sthn kardia mou,
that conducts symphonies with my mind.

V moemy serzi jyve poezia,
which may never be understood. 

Mei wor echo kèn non ngasangasei,
that whispers words for my beloved.      

There is a poem in my heart,
because my heart is a poem.

The Silent One
25 April 2018
© Silent One  Create an image from this poem.

Never take my free or dumb


The shadows are moving in my head
Spac img o ut wor ds to make them sound adding the surb
Leant easy with then into
Greekly high V the perfect
X marks the spot
Where sparrows captains run in
Free and dumb to
an Australian twang
One of rays best moves
Huge Jack man
Was reemed by
Wolf whistler but only to
Where wolves there
There
Wo. Sheep lf clothing
Would be a good brand
Fan of every tastic
Full of every awe and wander
Made you say aww twice
Wonder if the wander is wrong
Let me spond spond
Appreciate the un
Stood
Under
The see
Who sees the pictures in my head
Is the narrator me
Who else am I talking
Never believed in unbelievable
Knighted all my deals
Angered every strain
We the ird
Mega with an ooh
Better
Alps haa haa
arrange every re
Elooongated should be
Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Weight got to go
Sea ewe sooon

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