People trafficking is like selling drugs
Organised by not caring thugs
The traffickers provide this service now
Huge sums to get over borders in their know how
And to take chances across desert and the seas
To brave the navies and the border guards they see
It seems to me the black economies flourish
In the bordering countries who choose not to finish
For they feed money from this into their economies
And they don't seem want to stop it or to agree
To not having this happen in their countries
And living off these trafficking fees.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
navies, poems, world,
Form: Ballad
AFRICA
Africa my continent,
I idolize you,
But let’s forget about the past,
And focus on tomorrow,
Let’s not be like the earthworm,
That you take,
You think that it does not know,
Where it’s going,
But it returns to the,
Ground.
We have the oceans and streams,
But we lack navies,
We need more navies.
I idolize thee.
She is the nature’s ally,
But we lack engineers,
We need more engineers.
We are connected with the,
Ozone layer,
But the sun sets from our
Village to the north.
She is populated,
But we need more,
Infants,
I idolize you.
We have reverence,
But we lack pope.
We have cardinals,
But,
We need crusaders,
We have brothers,
But we need our niece and aunts.
For our markets,
We have scissors but we
Lack machines,
When will we have barbers shops?
THEMES
1. Security
2. Handwork
3. Forgiveness
4. Natural gifts
5. Love
6. Corruption
7. Humility
8. Intelligent
Categories:
navies, africa,
Form: Alliteration
Sandakan bay by the legendary sea
The sea of the living currents
The sailors maritime space
Balhala Island buffed the guns
The guns from the European hands
Elopura set up in its front
Anchored the wooden boat of sailors
By the stars guided them aboard
The sailors are the traders
The navies, armies and the sea rovers
Cannons set up at the Pryers Fort
The natives were here they fought
The warriors sailed to cross
Saving the lines of hope
For the honor and pride they uphold
The homeland of high seas
No boundaries are set
No one are immigrants
Never are called illegals
But the colonizers built corrals.
I love you peace. Let's sail together. Layag Sug!
Nature City, 19 March 2015, 2:44PM
Categories:
navies, home, i love you,
Form: Bio
Standing up the easel and putting on a scrap piece of paper,
the person with grey eyes and olive skin blinked
aimlessly at the new found lay out of the untouched page.
A smile was not apparent on the cracked lips of the mouth.
Above, the stars did their thing and twinkled.
A single petal of blossom floated into disappearance
amongst the nightfalls navies.
The hand pencilled a staggering drunken man,
covered head to toe in an alcoholic quiver; he was
slowly killing his own liver.
Then the hand smudged a river under a delightful starry sky;
the man in the picture too bewildered in mind to feel
the piercing coldness from the rivers wind.
The drawing a work of amateur art that nobody had not yet seen.
Categories:
navies, art
Form: Free verse
Every night, my son prefers to watch late night movies.
But early in the morning, he does n’t like to go to school,
He complains he has a headache and his body feels heavies,
When I suggested him to go to bed and don’t mix gravies,
I want to watch football don’t disturb me dad, he replies,
Every night, my son prefers to watch late night movies.
Early in the morning, when he is late finds trouser navies,
He blames against my daughter why she asks to get up early,
He complains he has headache and body feels heavies.
He always fights with girls and cries he deserves babies,
And he beats them and claims why do they disturb him?
Every night, my son prefers to watch late night movies.
He plays games and don’t want to share his hobbies,
Always watches his muscles and prefers to watch wrestling,
He complains he has headache and body feels heavies.
He also feels nervous when girls arranged lobbies,
Why did you complain against him he clarifies?
Every night, my son prefers to watch late night movies.
He complains he has headache and body feels heavies.
Categories:
navies, caregiving, devotion, education, father,
Form: Villanelle