For All We Know, Poetry by Eden P. Orbista

 Genre: Relationship

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This must be the last time that we talked
… the last time that we hugged
… the last time that we looked into each other’s eyes
… the last time that we tenderly kissed.
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My eyes are wide shut as you close the door
Tears are falling as my heart ached for you
For all we know you’re leaving for someone else
Reason that is difficult for me to bear.
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The many years that we shared together
Breaks me into pieces to remember
I’m likened to a flame with a dying ember
For all we know you’re breaking my heart dear.
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Somehow, there might be another time
Somewhere, there might be another place
For us to rekindle the love we knew, but…
For all we know this might be the end.
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Letting go is loving you
My arms want to hold you close
To touch you, to feel you once more, but…
For all we know this is goodbye.

https://edensnookforeverything.wordpress.com/2016/06/01/for-all-we-know/

 

 

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Futurist I am, Poetry by Stephen Karnaghan

 Genre: philosophical

 And the smell of the final cadence lingers … purging me of the strength to run away … and no one
can remedy … no one can feel … the pains that just won’t go away … memories invade … of the scorn
… the hate … the arrogance of those in the crowd … mocking me … hating me … for I didn’t care …
didn’t care to be … just one who dreams and dies … to dream and die with beer and gut … to dream
and die with gossip and stuff … thrusting me forward alone in the dark … always presuming that
solitude mark … which gave me … thrust me to my purpose my life … beckoning wisdom … and
furthering hope …
Music … music … the music – the dance – the love … listen to the words my friend listen to the words
… bring forth the wisdom and let us set aside … set aside the stuff, the pride, the consumerist bile …
listen to the words that sing about hope … of a land in repair … with lingering beauty and love … the
musician bringing the soul to the fore … be strong and look for a life … the future to be found …
beckoning wisdom … someone must start …
Wisdom … truth in action … the perceived world can be … anything that we all desire … living in hell
as most of us are … the pain will stay with us all … but the soul to the fore … to trumpet change …
giving to the mind all the needs … fractured societies as the beat drives us on … to lingering beauty
and love … flora and fauna … repaired and set for life … the future is what I see …

 

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Dear You, Poetry by Chirayu

 Genre: Society

This poetry relate you by my world of Writing.!
Hello,
This is me a poetry teller
Rhyming down the line
Shimmering light of love
Pouching out my heart
in flame of different words..
Gifting you a secret beauty
Falling down on knees
folding hand behinds
Rearing one hand Front with a
Beautiful Rose to say!..
Will you be my valentine!…

the rays of beauty shines on face
where hides the blushing rose,
Pride of fragrant poetry
Prepared in sane of love;
Garland meet for beauty’s brows,
Hill and dale adorning?
Gentle maid the summer’s fled
And the hopeless Rose bright forever!!..
Till the next Valentine day!!…
– Chirayu

 

 

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I AM, Poetry by T. Altman

 Genre: Feminist

I Am
I am the mouthy bitch
Who barks and bites
Rejecting your conformity
Refusing to bind and blind
Rallying against miso-dogma

I am the stirring corruptor
Who scratches and claws
Pushing out ruminating tendrils
Pure and enduring confabulation
Pulling in original virtue

I am the hostile oppressor
Who marks and jabs
Antagonistic slights incurred
Aggressively bunting venom
Amazingly enduring in self-form

T. Altman 2017

 

 

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GROWTH IN BREXIT, Poetry by David Steven Twist

 Genre: Political

The Twist meme for cultural breakdowns or how to build a cultural map

Auto culture your unique cultural fingerprint

Micro responsive sensitive a small cohort with a scheme

Meso standard calendering time culture connecting the micro and macro culture

Macro interaction with the business environment a dominant scheme

Meta active mechanics in the way it is done

Peta aware Spirit the reward code dependent on spiritual climate

How do you make a game?

First off come up with some basic rules.

Kiss Cuddle
Shock Push

This is the Twist meme on corporate parenting this set can best be described as

Token Buy in
Dissonance Change drive

Four quadrants each with four functions The Reward Code is dependent on the spirit climate

Q1 f2 f1 Q2
f3 f4 f3 f4
f1 f2 f1 f2
Q3 f4 f3 Q4

Consider this a reward code is a brand flavor your spirit. However the climate changes how rewards are perceived and misjudging the climate means ultimately that your reward will be viewed in that context (Ed. Ice Lolly’s in a blizzard)

 

 

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CONFIDING, Poetry by Isabella Destrades

 Genres: Life, Reflection, Dreams, Introspection, Pain, Living, Contemplation.

 She laid down​
on the carpet in the ​
living room because​
she wanted to understand…​

It wasn’t that she didn’t ​
know what was happening​
or why she was feeling this way​
but she wanted to seek answers​
and consult the ceiling​
and the lightbulb ​
and the crack at the far​
left corner​
that had been there​
for as long as she could remember…​

There was so much she needed to know…​

But she laid there for too long​
and the ceiling grew too thin​
and she could see the stars peeking through​

As all of outside tried to come in​
and the ceiling faded into dust that consumed ​
her body as it lay against the fibers of the carpet​

She closed her eyes and started to whisper out​
towards whatever could hear her, or​
whoever happened to be listening to her at that time​

And images flooded her mind​
and took control​
of her body ​
and her will​
and her sense of self​

Images of knives being stabbed through her back​
as people laughed at her spasms and shrieks​
while others looked at her as if she were a specimen ​
under the glass of a microscope​

ConfidingIsabella Destrades

She cried for help, but no one could hear her​

There were images of hands touching hands​
under the lust of the moon’s glow​
surrounded by damp soil and wildflowers​
that thrived upon the hearts of young lovers​

And she could somehow, make out the image of​
a school bus arriving, veiled in fog ​
and wet leaves​
and mud​
ready to take her to the schoolyard​
where all her worries and disappointments​
became her breaking point​
and the people she saw there​
were just tamed circus mice​
following a path she did not choose to go​

But she said to herself ​
“I have no choice,”​
and continued on with her day…​

Suddenly, her eyes open up​
as a microwave beeps and a child’s​
voice is heard shouting on the ​
television screen ​

And she realizes that the dust from the ceiling​
did not cover her body​

And the stars were nowhere to be seen​
(which disappoints her a bit)​

She stands up and looks at the clock​
and decides she should go to bed,​
for the lights shine back at her 1:26 a.m. ​
and that is the sensible thing to do​

She heads to her room​

ConfidingIsabella Destrades
to take off her clothes​
and sleeps soundly​
hoping tomorrow ​
will be a better day…​

No one really understood her​

How her mind worked ​
and who she really was inside​
but everyone knew she had dreams​
and that was enough for them ​
to feel afraid…

 

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Ordinary Time, Poetry by Robert Drusetta

 Genre: Life
 

 Home
Must have this cursed alarm
Involuntarily extraction from my subconscious world
Apologetic self treatment
Face the day
Absent minded am ablutions
Natural aversion from duty
Contemplate spending choices
High noon purposeful respite
Saviour spending choices
Unnatural aversion to duty
Absent minded pm ablutions
Drop the day
Unapologetic self-healing
Voluntarily insertion to my conscious world
Don’t need this blessed alarm
Home

 

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THE DEFENCE OF THE DARK, Poetry by Helen Spisak

 Genre: Dark

Darkness has a very independent existence
Needing no reassurance of being
And no alliance of thought

Darkness holds burdens and secrets together
The extraordinary to the mundane
Where regrets are buried forever

Darkness tolerates the dreamy, watery moonlight
Hibernates from the extrovert sun
And clarifies all sound to a pindrop

Darkness loves to party with nocturnal friends
Hide all flaws and make amends
Sends restorative sleep and plays ‘nightmare roulette’

Darkness has pity for poor twilight
Loathes torches, fires and electric
Teases us from the edge of flickering candlelight

Darkness loves to shadow puppet on a moonlit wall
Lurk in cupboards, corridors and corners
And loves to make you tumble and fall

Darkness lives or hides in us all
You don’t have to light every corner of your soul

Written by Helen Spisak

 

 

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Children Of Adam, Poetry by Huseyin Abudharr Ali

 Genre: Political

Were there noone left in the world with a conscience,
And the idea of human rights was seen as old fashioned nonsense,
Were the media to call my peaceful means acts of terror,
And I was alone in this world on my endeaver,
Were people to spit at me in the streets,
And never listen to a word I say whenever I’d speak,
Were they to try make me turn my back I could never let them,
For they are the children of Adam how can I forget them,

Even if they were to hang me in Trafalgar Square,
And I struggled to stay conscious out of fear,
Even when trying to find hope seems hopeless,
And I they drugged me up so much I couldn’t even focus,
Even if they gave me a choice between London Dungeon,
Or the stolen wealth of the tower of London,
Were they to try give me amnesia I could never let them,
For they are the children of Adam how can I forget them,

If I ever lived when kindness was seen as a weakness,
And I was the only one left who believed this,
If my cause was seen as a type of mental illness,
And I became a pariah in my community because I feel this,
If my body was so exhausted I could barely move,
And the only options put in front of me was quit or loose,
Then they offered to put the sun in right hand and the moon in my left,
Still they are the children of Adam how can I forget the oppressed,

 

 

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The inner conscience – Break Free (Save Me), Poetry by Raeshon Woodhouse

 Genre: Dark Twisted Reality

She don’t wanna go back home, she don’t wanna die tonight, every time she goes on the road, she dies a little more inside. She don’t wanna love him no more, cause all the love do is make her cry, she searching for the truth in a bottle after being told all the lies.

She just wanna live her life, take a break from this guy, She’s been contemplating suicide. She’s about to turn 25, Her last man did her wrong, told her a bunch of lies. They always used to fight back and forth, she stabbed him with a fork, he gave her a black eye. Got the baby upstairs, the baby needs to change, cause all it does is sleep and cry.

It all started last month, they were slow on the rent, they were both looking for some closure. Then he said lets start trappin but you know she ain’t trappin, this woman she got some morals. She couldn’t believe what she heard, he must’ve thought she was a bird, now she’s saying that it’s over. But he says it ain’t over until he says so, he wants to go and control her. Now she looking up to God, while he’s beating on her face, she just wants it to be over. She don’t know what’s up with this guy, or what he has became, he turned into a monster. Now every time she looks at him, straight fear in her eyes, she called up her friend Sonya. Said she needs to leave, or she’s calling the police cause she’s living with a monster.

She’s tryna call 911, she called her friend and mom, she’s praying for God to watch her kid. Cause shits getting real, he’s applying pressure where it hurts, while pointing a gun at her ribs. He says one more word and everybody dies and yes, that does include the kid. So she doesn’t say a word but the look in her eyes says “fuck you I wish we never kissed.” Now he hangs up the phone, they all alone at home. He’s pacing back and forth. He’s losing control, still holding his side from when she stabbed him with the fork. He says “after all I’ve done, for you and this kid, you wanna go and leave me” she said “you aren’t the man that I met last year, now all you do is beat me.” He said “I thought I said not to say any more words” that right there was the last straw. They were both going at it for a little while longer until suddenly shots rang off.

Two thuds hit the ground, other tenants heard the sound, everybody came rushing to the door. Sonya came with the police, they arrived at the scene then asked everybody what’s going on. They explained what happened, they described it as madness, we heard it all the way from the next floor. They all made their way inside and was so surprised to see two bodies laying there on the floor.. Bullet holes in her body, another in his head, while the baby is upstairs crying. You don’t have to go through this, I know everybody dies but there’s a better way of dying…

BlackCrowns, Copyright 2016
 

 

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