We too have champagnes
champagnes against diseases
champagnes of dead drugs
things dangerous but fit somehow
probably for a slow something
We too have cocktails in plenty
cocktails of dead body covers
cocktails of dead shirts, shoes, bras
dead, buried, resurrected for us
probably for a slow something
Champagnes, cocktails
fake, duplicate, cheap for charities
second hand, third hand, last hand
all stretch their legs towards Africa
probably for a slow something
How can the originals be here?
industries driven underground
all roads point towards somewhere
all railways run towards somewhere
all telephones ring via somewhere
Things undesirably desirable
with foreign ghosts hovering
pile up as champagnes, cocktails
here in the land of Africa
Categories:
undesirably, africa, satire,
Form: Free verse
11/21/16
As far as I can see
Mindlessly
Been battling with sobriety
Extreme weather advisories
Over land or by the seas
Many multi-floored wineries
Producing product of the same or different varieties
Animals and humans living within or outside of societies
Where things may happen fairly or unjustifiably
World renowned notoriety
Obtained solo or through a dynasty
In all entirety
A world full of opportunity and vibrancy
All though there is irony
Happening loudly or quietly
Individuals and groups continuing to act defiantly
Showing their own true colors, undeniably
Never did I have much piety
Because it was religious, and something I always looked at undesirably
Is the cycle entirely
Spirally?
Or finitely?
Still to this day occurs piracy
And illegal sales of guns, drugs and objects like ivory
Corruption and briberies
Events carried out publicly or silently
Something well known, now viewed unrecognizably
And indefinably
By: Dalton Ogletree
Categories:
undesirably, poetry, rap, word play,
Form: Rhyme
Wish you were there in that old scented chair,
22 days of misery is a bit snazzy on my hair.
We haven’t seen each other since we’ve met at the park,
I’m seeing nothing but surrounded in a whole tight of dark.
Flashes of good things kept on coming in my mind,
Seeing you in a black shirt was the brightest of mankind.
Faking myself that I don’t want to see you laugh,
Worthless tactics are so odd and tough.
You’re the one that I always want to be with,
God sees the truth that my true love is width.
It’s undesirably harsh not to see your ever wanting smiles,
It’s touch-and-go to feel walking in that bold lengthy miles.
I must admit that I was a trashy player of this game of love,
Faking everything was wrongfully deed and hated by above.
Moments of chances that I get to know much more about you,
The best thing about me is my one and only you.
Categories:
undesirably, how i feel, love,
Form: I do not know?
I am unique, different and undesirably misunderstood,
honestly nobody could fully understand.
There are many layers that I hide behind,
in my shadow is where I stand.
Many assume they know the true depths of me
and the unfortunate troubles that I face.
No one could last a day in my shoes,
not with the horrible things I'm forced to retrace.
There's the physical, sexual and emotional abuse,
that I have endured over the years.
Countless, terrifying images that replay in my mind,
bringing me to tears.
I would gladly trade it all,
even if it's only for a moments rest.
The thought of having a whole day of peace,
I'm willing to take the test.
Categories:
undesirably, angst, confusion, dark, depression,
Form: Rhyme
I didn't want you to be another lesson learned
I would have rather taken this lesson and applied it to something earned
But you were not earned
I didn't have you but for a single moment
I didn't want you to be another lesson learned
But I undesirably learned to guard my heart
To keep it locked away
To wait before I start
I didn't want you to be another lesson learned
But it looks like that's how it all turned out
So I wish you well, and bid you bye
I'll just sit here on my bed, with my lesson and cry
Categories:
undesirably, loss
Form: Rhyme
I've traveled a road - barefoot
that's paved of spring stones
Feeling that occasional lush of warmth on my callused feet.
A chilling wind scales my shoulders,
reminding me that I've been walking the cold of Winter.
Bitter-sweet is the Winter sun,
tearing through the snowy clouds with igniting rays
that uncomfortably heat my cheeks.
Flushed with the embarrassment of not knowing how to proceed,
I lower my head,
hiding my love-inflicted smile,
and tread on the stoney path - barefoot
and undesirably alone?
Categories:
undesirably, allegory, introspection, love
Form: Free verse