I don’t understand them!
In their second homes.
When kids are starving
When poor adults can’t afford one apartment
Buying $35,000 earrings when kids are starving
Being spoilt makes you lazy, money greedy and non-compassionate
I have no love for the spoilt
Your money makes me sick to my stomach like the dirt under my nails
Your buying me gifts to make me happy makes me sick
Why don’t you be a real human being and spend time with me, I don’t want your gifts – I want
your friendship, don’t want to be friends? Then money doesn’t buy love.
Buy one house with one room for your children instead of two.
Then we can talk.
The clarity crystal
The fear inside deep concealed
The little courage gathered and enhanced by company to seem just sufficient,
Or did u but forget my plead moments ago
That you abhor me not for my completion,
A battle well fought
The defense so spiteful
The offense so tactical
Or did you but forget my advice moments ago
That the unsurpassed defense is by offense,
Fooled me to your echelon of idiocy
But of course you beat me on experience
Hadn’t l ever argued with you fool,
Or did l but overlook my own advice
That ‘never argue with a fool...........’
It seems l beat you in your own game
A dose of your own medicine per say
Delivered with precision, due care and professionalism,
Or did you but forget that "an archer without an arrow........
Had u consulted me before you mouthed
Mouthed and even chewed what u can’t swallow
Am remorseful if l hurt you because I never meant to
Just a tender but rigorous lesson
A little painful but more of unforgettable,
l now tell u hoping that u won’t but forget
"A fool dies by his own bow n arrow"
I hope that’s not what you are
And that "a wise man beats his rivals by their own bows and arrows"
That will be me!
DO YOU THINK THIS REALLY EVER HAPPENED VS. EARLY RELEASE?
As if jail and then prison wasn’t un-seemly enough
You took pleasure in making things exponentially rough
Each day you’d awake me with a start
Rattling my cage and making sure I don’t get too smart
I have to take some time to read between every line
You gave me s**t and took what little was mine
I want to take a little bit of time for reflection
Since you’ve already taught me about rejection
When you can describe how I feel within
When you can scribe a document promising no more sin
When I can sleep in peace one cannot own but only lease
Then I can complete this puzzle with every required piece
But in fruition where I’m likely headed is right back here
It seems I don’t mind the threats, the darkness and the fear
And then I remember the b***h of a wife who was always a curse
Well warden, I’ll stay in prison because living with her again would be far worse
© 2011.…..POEFREE
Good morning bedroom, thanks for the wonderful night.
Good morning sunshine, Thank you for the beautiful light.
Good morning my kitchen, you welcome me so bright.
With fresh smell of coffee, that warms me with delight.
Good morning, living room, you calm me before my flight.
To my job, that I am thankful for, this stays my plight.
Good morning car, that takes me many places’ right.
That keeps me safe and warm, providing a wondrous sight.
Good morning Lord and thank you, for keeping me forthright.
I pray for all the others, which are not so gracious or polite.
Good morning nature, your blessings, I would never slight.
Beauty of all the animals upon ground and up in height,
Now my morning done, thankful for the rest, that will excite,
I say, good evening, to all, before my words become trite.
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Contest Name Good Morning
Who put you in charge of humanity
I’m not the one you wanted me to be
Feeling betrayed and abandoned in your eyes
Yet knowing what is right for me
The misfits will find acceptance and glory in their ways
The gangs, the Goth, the gay, the Wicca, the poor, the hungry, the challenged
Look at me! Do I need to conform? Change is needed, and I’m not the one.
Neither my color, nor my dress, nor my piercing, or my choices make me different
Being true to myself, with an acceptance of differences does.
It makes me who I am and I see the need for change
Only, I’m not the one.
Listen to what i'm saying, and not just what you hear
Don't jump to conclusions, and freeze me in a stare.
You think you know what's going on, but truth is you don't
So you can't tell me what i'm doing wrong, because who REALLY knows?
For all that matters, I could be seriously hurt
But if i said anything, you wouldn't understand at first.
You tell me what I'm thinking, and why I act the way I do,
Since when do you read minds? Thinking your eyes see through?
Well this isn't about what you see, or even what you hear
This is about listening to what I'm saying, but you couldn't care.
I'm telling you this now, just to be treated fair
Listen to what I'm saying, and not just what you hear.
Face speaks it all when I lie
Questions I cannot deny
Not for material gain do I cry
Just to hold breath I spy
Lead to breaking small laws
Smiling lies ….
Don’t call me a cheater
What I done was to better
City burning high
Punish me if betrayed
Ignore me not I will die
Smiling lies….
Laughing hidden cry!
She's so into herself, she'd never see
a marching band in front of her on the street.
He won't even look at me.
She drives me crazy as her mouth runs free
like scalding water all over me
and they all make me feel unneeded.
But its fine.
I don't mind.
cuz I'm
skipping town tonight.
I'm no coward, knocked out before the fight.
I'll just listen as you pull out your good knives
like I always do.
But you're...gonna listen too.
Where I go, I don't care.
Boston's too obvious, they'd find me there.
North Carolina sounds just right,
think I'm gonna go there tonight.
You know I'm the type
that always walks out without a fight.
Yet I've got bruises and my body aches,
guess I'll always be this way...
I'm a big talker with fancy words I never back up
but this time is different cuz
I've had enough,
I'm fed up
and I'm leaving town tonight.
Come on and pull out the big guns.
Hit me with the big ones.
You're in for the
surprise of
your life.
You're getting an earful tonight.
I'm skipping you and this town tonight.
You don't have to believe me
because i know its true
You don't have to understand
because i do
You don't have to want me
Because someone else will
You don't have to love me
Because i don't love you
You don't have to hate me
because i don't hate you
You don't have to touch me
because i won't touch you
No matter what you don't
have to do the things you
don't want to because i'm not
controling you
I’d like to list my own top ten
But there’s a little twist
This top ten is my Pet Peeves
So let me start the list.
First is backward baseball caps
Which bug me to no end
Then there’s folks who litter
That drives me round the bend.
Tattoos and pregnant smokers
Two more I feel are bad
Late turn signals by some drivers
And arrogant Judge Judy also make me mad.
Make our smallest coin the nickel
Eliminate the penny is what I say
Then the 9/10 on the price of a gallon of gas
Will automatically go away!
Heavy shoppers should stay out of Express lines
Go to regular check-outs instead
And flyers should be made to check luggage
That’s too big to fit overhead.
That’s my top ten list for now
I’m sure I’ll think of more
It’ll give you some idea
Of the things that I abhor!
The Psychostasia
(The Egyptian Funerary Rite)
For seventy days I’ve been prepared
With oils and unguents ever so rare
And with linen bandages to and fro
Wound and wrapped from head to toe
And on this journey I’m prepared to start
By enduring the “Weighing of the Heart”
With Toth’s oversight we’ll see whether
My heart weighs true against Truth’s feather
Should it fall short the beast will devour
My soul to oblivion in my final hour
Yet should it measure straight and true
The Pylon opened I’ll be ushered through
And then I shall fall unto my knees
And pray that Osirus hears my pleas
That he acknowledge and clear my tears
And accept my soul for a thousand years
And cleanse said soul of all its scars
And make me one with the canopy of stars
And bless my children and my wife
That they may join me in the afterlife
Get me, from the ghetto, I say.
Here I wish, like in Alice’s day.
Emergent, is my complete plea.
Take me away, please set me free.
Tears have been wiped; so dry.
Only my mind; will not say goodbye.
Growing up here, I must shun.
I have no dreams, left but one.
Reel me into that bubble to float.
Let me share outside, what I tote.
painting,,,---Ghetto Girl,,,---by Sophia Gasparian
A certain etiquette
Undoubtingly followed
More faith placed than a medle of Gods.
Perhaps this is because of difference in value?
Truly, what is Divinity
When compared to social dogma?
A God can only destroy
The words of peers annhilate
And make one pray to that same deity, for an end.
Unaware of our own faith
To the social rules we bow before,
It is simple to become a shell
Cut down by a few mocking glances.
Please, tell me how you're different.
Explain to me that social status is nothing.
But, why then is it
That you're witholding so much emotion?
You won't tell your neighbor your political views
Blatantly refuse to have an open opinion
Lest you offend another,
And become the dreaded pariah.
I crashed my neighbor’s party today.
Though they wanted me to leave; I ate their food anyway.
When they tried to throw me out I called for the cops to hall them away.
The other party animals wanted me to stay.
Though they wanted me to leave I ate their food anyway.
My neighbors work while I just play.
The other party animals wanted me to stay.
From my new friends I will not stray.
My neighbors work while I just play.
When they tried to throw me out I called for the cops to hall them away.
I guess I showed them today
I crashed my neighbor’s party today.
By Robb A. Kopp
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CONNVERSATION (quadruple Tanka)
Young: “what do old men do?”
Old: “are ya tryin’ ta be cute?”
Young: “no cute is for kids”
Old: “you plannin’ ta write a book?”
Young: “some day I too will be old
and I need to know
i’m not trying to be cute
not writing a book
tell me what do old men do?”
Old: “well friend this will take some thought
let’s start with monday”
Young: “great! the first day of the week
Old: “just wait i’m thinkin’ ………
Young: “don’t bother with step-by-step
just be general old man”
Old: wait! now let me see…….
Young: “why not start with breakfast”
Old: “oh! I’m way past that”
Young: “okay why not fill me in”
Old: “too late i’m ready for bed”
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