FRIENDS OF THE POET
guess i don't expect to write without incident
but those guys stole my bicycle!
whats the price of a guy's bike these days anyways?
i don't know how to play this game
i don't know the rule of thumb
i thought that when i became a poet
i'd make more friends
as I succumb to the magic of Spring
THE MYSTERY OF THE LOST SOCK
by Thomas E. Sobon
I lost a sock. Where did it go?
Looked all around and I don't know
It's mighty strange. In fact it's queer
How could a sock just disappear?
I know I put two in the wash.
I even watched them as they'd slosh
When all the cycling was done
Two socks went in. But out came one
I searched the drum not once but twice
Each time I searched it was no dice
I was puzzled and confused
How could my sock have been abused?
I searched some more. And I was mad
Where was the blasted sock I had?
I scratched my head. I even prayed
Where art thou sock? My nerves were frayed
The sock I lost and cannot find
Is driving me out of my mind
It disappeared! Did it dissolve?
This mystery Sherlock couldn't solve
Written by R. Garcia for Daniella.
As Valentines are for lovers,
the depth of my heart for you is golden,
for no exaggeration,
can be arranged in this heart of delights.
I love you,
therefore I celebrate with my soul,
that which you have given me.
We have stumbled,
as all lovers transcend the tribulations.
We have fallen,
but arose to a beautiful day.
My Valentine for you is a poem,
written from my heart,
from the soul,
that we may never part,
in a world that consistently parts.
My box of delights,
Is the commitment of love,
that I cherish,
that cannot be substituted by a gift.
The taste of sugar,
Is my soul bathing in the light,
of this wondrous love.
If things could say,
what it is we all want to hear,
I would silence,
this which I adore above all else.
Your genuine love,
whose honesty cannot be challenged,
by objects of desire.
IS THIS LOVE
The pain inside,
The tears I cry,
You, not talking,
You, ignoring me,
You, not seeing me,
You, not answering,
Where are you?
Come for me!
I need you!
No more without you.
I’ll fight for you.
after baraka's preface to a twenty-volume suicide note
Nights walk with feet of rocks
For those who stare back
At death's disbelieving eye.
I do not fear
That the world shall forget me,
Only the famous sometimes do.
I only fear the loss of my memories
It is with this thought
That hurls me into action
To open memory's cluttered dresser
And pack a few favorite
For the coming trip.
The journey is swift and necessary,
And you must not fear that end:
A sleek passage
Which is devoid
Of bumps and potholes
A path so straight and clear,
Unlike life's curvy and stormy roads
But once you have set your mind on it
Fail not to remember ---
There is no going back.
The Lyrics of a Shoe
By Ray Lewis
Roses are Red and Violets are blue Of all that you are, can I start with your shoe?
Damn...that shoe! So strong and steady So supportive and silent..did I say SILENT?
Feels strange to get touched by something so simple
I sware it felt like that Damn shoe could talk Calling me, urging me to simply take a look
If I wasn’t mistaken, that fine little thang winked at me At least I got a chance to touch it, handle it for a moment
Hard to concentrate with that thang staring at me and me at it
Damn… that shoe conjures up images of walking..soo sassy, Dancing..soo sexy, Stomping off..soo angry and my my my
Flirting…Damn that shoe sure knows how to FLIRT!!! What impresses me is the weight that shoe carries
The home, the job, the kids, the bills..amazing it can still stand!
Wish I was the last thing you slip on before leaving home, like that shoe
How I envy that Damn shoe, The sole that protects you from harm,
The frame that fits you so perfectly, The heel that calls attention to those pretty legs
The straps that hold your ankles ever so close, Even imagined it on tiptoes reaching up for an embrace
Sure hate to see that shoe leave! But maybe, even for a moment I could be that Damn shoe?
|This Tired Hand by Justin C. Gelinas
Living my life day by day
Everything caught up and I got a price to pay
I go sleepless for days thinking about it all
One second I'm up the next I just fall
I keep on climbing till I reach back up
Looking at my life and all I've messed up
These pains I get feels like I've been shot
My heart is like a target and they made the middle of the dot
But even through that I still don't fall
I keep my strength and get through it all
Sitting here just saying I feel like dying
But for now I'm just going through my life test
Don't think ima pass n go on
I feel that I've don't to much wrong
I try to fix it but stuff catches up
I know I've messed up
Like I've said before it's just all a game
One step forward is two steps back
But the problem is, that first step is what i lack...........
sorry that i do not have a title for my poem
My Father Broke My Leg
G David Schwartz
My father broke my leg
I’m sure he didn’t mean to
He just went rolling back
Then picked up a little stream to
And I was lying behind him
When he came crashing in on
Me and my good leg
And I nearly had to beg
Please dear father roll the other way
I’m missing the end of Lassie, that’s all I have to say
I MAY SEE GOD
by Louie Lawent
(author of "The Louie/God Interviews (What The Big Fella Really Thinks About Man And The Universe)"
I don't see God in a cypress
- his beard as a mountain slope
I don't see God in continental drift
- in Mother Nature's braindead clock of consciousness
but I may see Him as its winder
I may see God in the intricacies of my incomprehension
I don't see God in the computer simulation of our sun's inaugural journey
I may sense His handiwork, but the Divinity of motion stops me short
I may see God in the big bang singularity
... I may see me as his anthropic principle witness of
the ungodly improbabilities of the galaxies' formation
I may see God in entropy's precision
... I may see physics' proofs as God done better than unevolved theology
I don't see God in the eyes of a descendant of interstellar dust,
the predecessor of the monkey
but I see God in the genius of a formula to put monkey in my face
I don't see God in biblical passages that crucify Father Time
that contain missing narrative links
where multiplication is the product of fertilized mirages
... I would only see laws of physics in an extraterrestrial being
but I would see God in any supernatural ghost
I may see God as the reality of His hypothetical
I may feel God as a tap on my shoulder
as an abrupt scratch on my cheek
as a voice that yanks me from the tail end of a dream
I may see God as one of assorted failures
as a God without omniscience
as a God who sometimes throws it and sees what sticks
I don't see God in prophecies that require Armageddon as route to Rapture
I may see God as reward for man's moral progression
I may see God in my doubts
By: Clayton Moore
I spent my whole life in my room,
Never daring to try the new.
Where has that gotten me?
Now I sit here in this chair,
Crying over what I once had
But now lost.
If everything can change in the blink of an eye,
Is life not just one big staring contest?
The world around us is changing,
It changes while we sleep,
It changes while we wait.
The world is changing
And that’s the truth.
We can fight it,
We can try to stop it,
But we will never learn to accept it.
And that will never change.-0-
By Jameel Heath
Playing atop this mound of clay
Gazing across at the ages I must slay
Following clouds that drift on west
Stumbling west to find my day
In the Sun, chosen one
Picked up the fire now time to run
Aside for the younger son, apperently his time has come Red moon rising in the east Whilst on dead fruits I feast The next red moon will ride the western gate Marks two years before we meet our fate And the flood pours down to wipe the slate When the age of involution ends And evolution lies in wait.
little moments of bliss
stored cell x cell inside
awakens a new reality
and to it love abides
with quickening desire
it burns all red fire…
the light of love divine
A simple melody of time
As if from pieces is arranged
Music is seeping out through cracks
Not wetting feet is flowing out
To past’s basements stepping down
You are becoming higher & higher
As if from the sky-scraper’s roof
A looking kid sees
with silky strands and flowing colors
i weave a lavish life.
the souls i weave with my thread
flow in and out of time.
i introduce you to your love
and take away the pain.
i weave a life full of grief
and anguish in a soul
but all i know is what you see
through your mortal eyes
for i'm the one who wakes the sun
and weaves the sands of time.
Habits that features the sense of being..
Loyal to the hands of nature…all friends… Are the seeds of trees and oxygen… Are the future having past in heart… Are the bouquets of roses in senseless desert Why don’t you show on map of world This colorful scheme of seasons..
Open, liberal and passionate ..
Think before to destroy,
At least a destruction measurement..
Destroying these habits could be a social art An art for what ..a society for what..
Diversion is their key
Less freedom for you and me
New World Order is on the RISE
Mind control, taser us, hypnotize
A Sovereign Nation cannot exist
Unless our people stand to resist
The fleecing of our fathers’ land
And illegal wars on foreign sand
Our born rights dissipate
Corporate media regulates
Brittney Spears, she’s our bait
Bread lines control population rate
White Dick and Bush masturbate
While deciding four millions’ fate
Bilderberg, they know the date
And who’s the next they’ll assassinate
The People’s Candidate!
Patriots get your troops in gear
Never mind the election year
It’s our cause- raise your arms
Protect our nation- save our farms
The Elitists want extermination
Of the middle class population
To control Mother Earth’s resources-
OIL and WATER via military forces
Russian Troops- they are here
Camouflaged by UN gear
The Illuminati will give the sign
The blind sheep tow the line
The borders fall and Liberty weeps
A Fascist world—democracy sleeps
Eyes wide open- it’s all laid out
One currency – the devil, no doubt
Revelations confirms it all
The Land of the Free will soon fall.
Find your cause, stand your ground
Hunger, disease, despair around
The Beast soon offers his sign
Granting placement in the line
Of false truths, bread and wine
Resist the opportunity to feed
As Satan certainly laid the seed
The Freemasons’ occult with the deed
Of leveling Earth with their greed
STOP WATCHING CORPORATE NEWS AND READ!
Break free from the lies
Of the wicked wise
See with your own eyes
Witness truths they despise
Deaths- their blood money buys
The corporate guys
Rockefellers and ties
Murdoch- devil in disguise
Media mogul Monopoly size
The only sense I feel is pain
I cannot place it for it is a cloud that surrounds my body
Will this pain I feel haunt me for life or will I walk with a limp that makes me strive for nothing less than perfect
When in the pursuit of something that does not exist in the world but the world itself you must love
Time does no care, time does not wait, nor does it count the seconds
Time cannot be wasted for it is free
This pain I feel takes time
The only thing I can truly count on
by Frank Shepich
Millions of people pass, every year
This lone tree;
Yet words, with voice, never spoken
But I will dare;
I will speak, only, with silent words
Cherishing private pleasures
As others before me;
Who am I to speak for someone?
Their pleasure may differ
Let them discover
For I feel selfish today.
by Corey Silver
I know not life
I live in pain
I run from love
I drown, i fall
The pain endures like an eternal oil
Stick on me, become me, beat me, kill me
Hurt me once
All a blur
The embrace of a spirit, a soul, a life
So mysterious its beauty untamed
Take me to the beginning not the end
I fell, i fell off the side
As a man, a boy, a child
I fell, i fell
Life gives us lemons,
size and tartness, life’s fruit vary,
some used for lemonade,
some so sweet, the result a square,
Remaining… fruit bestowed once squares of past consumed
New Lemons arrive
Crates of fruit set before us,
Staring into yellow shapes with pain filled eyes,
all in close proximity to minds disposal,
yellow wisps whirling down,
mechanical sound a gracious melody,
echos in the deep sink of life,
weight is lifted through the sweet, soothing sound
Surely this is the answer
Yellow fading, site less menacing
mind begins to calm,
mouths corners angle toward the heavens
Surely this is the answer
A knock at life’s door,
a gift of despair,
yellow as far as the soul can see,
Acceptance resisted to no avail,
despair now in the hands,
looked upon with utter defeat,
shallow breath ,
eyes close upon swelling pools
New eyes open
Glancing down into yellow filled hands,
mouths slight angle returns,
walking as yellow dilemma is peeled,
permafrost garden of the past before us,
earth is broken,
seeds fall between anxious fingers,
eyes wide with content,
watching harvest grow into squares of future,
Life gives us lemons.
Mary Ellen Poirer
by Ruth Walters
The man with white hair was very funny
as he asked the sales girl to measure his tummy.
I could see the look of sexual pleasure
as he held up his hands so she could measure.
I measured him up as she measured his waist
and he flushed a little and his eyes did water
as he realised she was the age of his daughter.
Then I took his hand as we left the shop
with him still looking a little lost
and we popped into a tailors shop
for alas ‘twas his last resort, poor sod.
The tailor there was very respectful
but made short shrift with the measuring tape
but I’ll never forget the look on his face
as the girl in Selfridges measured his waist.
I’ve been waiting
For my coming back
Since I met you
I Walk Alone
Riven G. Silver
I walk alone
seeking knowledge, enlightenment, wisdom
I walk alone
not to music and song
but the tune of my thoughts and perceptions
I walk alone
wondering, seeking, searching
for someone to walk beside me
The world is so big
I could fit in a zip bag
And scatter to sea
white crescent falls
torn from the edge by
Danger from a Safe Distance
You did not break my heart
You reached in with your fist
Shattered my chest cavity
And wrapped your slender fingers around my beating organ
You wrenched my heart from my chest attached and throbbing
Beating, bleeding and begging
And you crushed it in your hand
With your angelic smile playing around your lips
I shot you between the eyes while you slept that night
Never hurt what you do not plan to kill my love
The Song of Selves
Listen to my lore
And be made new
With rich and every hue;
I come to you -
With heart and whole
To wed harmony to your soul!
Our world seems nice and gay
When we keep caution
Right in the way –
But my words are wonders
With wisdoms you lose
When you choose to be
Not free like the poet – me!
And I come to you
With heart and whole
To wed to your soul
The wit and genie of Osundare, Okinba
The wisdom of Whitman and Emerson!
Listen to me then
And new be made
With the song of ourselves!
Heart Upon My Sleeve
Wretched casing failed to shield
Donned upon my sleeve, my heart disintegrates
Sweet adoration blisters my soul
Distorted perceptions pierce with dismay.
Fallacies linger in the air that I breathe
For this masquerade is all that is genuine
In came a tornado and uprooted my dreams
Consuming my character as I reminisce of you.
Transparent and torn-- I will never surrender
Gaze into my eyes and taste the truth
The undeniable fire and passion between us
Inhale my air and let me breathe for you.
I hunger for you--validate my spirit
For I will hoist the white flag against my will
Throw in the towel; yet love you still
And remain crumbled in a ball, shattered inside.
By: Sarah Elizabeth Felger
Victor E C Crump
The weary face
Lined by years of care
Long since passed away.
The raincoat, the handbag.
Across the table dull eyes look into mine.
I try to strip the away the years
To find the essence of her youth.
But it’s not there…...
I have the advantage, she has none.
What hopes she has
And yet there is no hope for her.
She reads rejection in men’s eyes,
Old Pens... Again
A. Sean Gellatly
Old pens of history
Some carry shadows of days long gone
Never to be repeated
Yet the ink has not retreated
These old pens, my friends
Carrying times forgotten
Memories as well untrodden
Time of now, then, perhaps again
Shades and colours
Some fade, some grow brighter
Some are just the same
Yet not to be repeated
These inks have not retreated
To no celebration treated
Just waiting timeless
For the next moment gathered
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