If killing wasn’t a sin
I could finally win
I could stop living without disobeying God
Something that grows within me, it’s odd
If killing wasn’t a sin
I would slit my throat
Sending all the letters I wrote
Is there anyone who would mourn me ?
Will you, my dear ?
If killing wasn’t a sin
I would jump off a cliff
Right after one of our tiff
Just to make you regret
Just to make you fret and never forget
If killing wasn’t a sin
And I killed myself tonight
Will it be your plight ?
Will you realize that I was worth the fight ?
But killing is a sin
So I would never commit it
Despite everything, I’ll be nowhere in sight
Because your toxicity isn’t worth my time
summer-infused breeze
sunrays rebound expanse sea
hungry gulls food tiff
6/26/2024
Dem Tiff Our Pikin
Child Trafficking
Her echoing screams
pierced the night
unreeling an impending woe
rousing every slumbering soul
prompting a sudden madness
The other sits then strains
looking out with earnest yearnings
scarcely seeing the distance
streaming out the tears
remembering many sorrows
as she recounts her story
This one grows weary
as her mind wanders off
overly flustered
by the seemly misty dust
stirred by roaming feet
scantily clothed
barely holding on
bemused by this troubling reality
grasping weakly
to her unbroken will
The other held on to fate
even as she alter her faith
squatting with a furrowed face
staring blankly at the beaming sun
regurgitating their last words
visualizing her lost world
The Tiff
The games we play, I was busy when you called
had no time to speak to you.
So, when I rang you back you said, you were busy
and had no time to talk
Then you will sit by the phone, waiting for me to ring,
but hurt by your voice I will not ring before next day.
We will both have a bad night angry and lonely,
so when I ring, you will say something sarcastic
and I will slam the phone down.
Sleepless and tired days, something has to give
I pick up the phone tell you I love you,
you say ditto, the sun shines again, ah, this games
we play, we call it love
You visit a city
And find a surprise,
A not-quite-expected
Delight for your eyes.
First time in Toronto,
The streets all a'buzz
With the TIFF* - you, like us,
May not know what it was.
A film festival, both
World-class and renowned.
Of course, paparazzi
Are hanging around.
We purchased some tickets
And now we're in line
And whether the movie
Is blah or divine...
It's lovely to do
What we couldn't at home,
Which is follow that adage,
You know - "When in Rome..."
*Toronto International Film Festival
He's back
In sack!
Contest: One Footle - Judy Konos
Jan Allison
7th July 2015
Stephanie, Stephanie, Stephanie
Your demands will be the death of me
I’ve done my best now let me rest
You’ve drained my body physically
You’ve worn me out I’ve had enough
I can’t keep on performing
Let's take a break, relax, unwind
Continue in the morning
Okay, come on, let’s do it
We’ve had our little tiff
I’ve had myself a rest, and
Now I’m getting rather stiff
So get up to the bedroom
We’ll continue with this caper
But you can do the pasting, and
I will hang the paper
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