Category: Life

The Destitute Democracy, Poetry by Steve Miller

Democracy is in peril my friends
forces greater than you or I
Conspire in the night
They seek to steal it as we slumber

Genre: Life, Society, Political

The Destitute Democracy by Steve Miller

Democracy is in peril my friends
forces greater than you or I
Conspire in the night
They seek to steal it as we slumber

Democracy is in peril my friends
We sleep walk into our fate
A fate of destitution and destruction
Where man and beast are one the same

Democracy is in peril my friends
Power rests in the hands of the minority
While the majority fends in the urban wilds
As the few live in luxury and opulence

Democracy is in peril my friends
Corruption has seeped into our society
The maxim of the age is greed is good
And might is right; we need a Robin Hood

Democracy is in peril my friends
the powerful stand as tyrants
Modern day kings of capitalism
You and I their faithful subjects

Democracy is in danger,
It is on its last legs.

Democracy lies on its deathbed
About to take its final breath
It’s time you found your voice
Before there is nothing left

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Gabby’s Story, Poetry by Ms. Rockett

From the hood of the ghettos I still rose
It wasn’t because the clothes on my back or what covered my toes
It wasn’t because my Daddy had stacks or cuz he had hoes
My momma had woes
As she rose to wake up to make up
What my Daddy left behind

Genre: Lifestyle

Gabby’s Story by Ms. Rockett

From the hood of the ghettos I still rose
It wasn’t because the clothes on my back or what covered my toes
It wasn’t because my Daddy had stacks or cuz he had hoes
My momma had woes
As she rose to wake up to make up
What my Daddy left behind
In the same town, in the same time
There were nights without lights
Roaches and mice
Screaming and fights
Grilled cheese sandwiches and box Macaroni and Cheese, canned corn and brown, I mean “green” beans
That was my life
Time behind bars before I could even dream about stars
Long dark walks and old azz men stopping in their cars
As I ran away to my Grandma house only to find out that life was still the same
No shame
It took hella years to know that I was more than my name
More than the blame
More to what came
And went
Money spent late bills sent
After the stint
In the US Navy
Shit still didn’t make sense
I’ve walked down the aisle to receive my honors
Praying and hoping the bill collectors just wouldn’t bother
I’m struggling to survive
Hoping good 90 day evaluations can keep me alive
Thinking my degrees would stop the fees, reduce my needs
Nope
Life don’t work like that
It wasn’t until I decided that it was my shadow of doubt and fear
That always seemed to loom near
Something I can’t name yet something that I framed
Operating in that frame of mind
Lost a lot of time. Cost a lot of dimes
So now I mind my mind
I practice great thinking
I sit without blinking
I make vision boards and do prayers and affirmations
I’ve turned my life into a declaration
I’ve freed myself of all frustration
The best way to describe this feeling is elation
I’ve elevated operating on a higher frequency
The bottom thinking people can’t see me
From the hood of the ghettos I’ve become a rose
One that grows inside and outside the ground and no one knows
How
Why
When
And Then
It just happened
I started blooming…

 

 

 

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Poetry by Anne Willow

Body you’ve betrayed me

I feel no different.

Think no differently except to mind your weakness.

I want to explore,

Genre:  Life, Time, and Hope

Poetry by Anne Willow

Body you’ve betrayed me

I feel no different.

Think no differently except to mind your weakness.

I want to explore,

Start anew.

I am more than my loss.

Trying to stand is pain

And pain sleeps in the next room.

For what else could love be?

Hope grasps at me,

It’s sun filtering into my cave.

I cry out to the searching Light,

Give me youth, a new start, life in these old eyes.

 

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Poetry by Fernanda Wilt

There it is, lurking, the past

Comes smooth, quietly

And dump over them, as a wave

The damned nostalgia

Streets that run in parallel

But never find exit

Genre: love, life, romance, sad, nostalgia, and hope

Poetry by Fernanda Wilt

There it is, lurking, the past

Comes smooth, quietly

And dump over them, as a wave

The damned nostalgia

Streets that run in parallel

But never find exit

In the present what are they waiting for?

The world to go around

And to overturn your ways

So your patches will meet again

Spin world, the pivot, as it says a song

Spin, faster, hurry up

Pass the time, torment

And put them again in the right patch

In the past, wasted, nothing was build

And in the future, dreamed, is where they look for haven

There it is, gloomy, the past

Remembering the delayed present

Delaying the wanted future

 

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​​​Michael Myers ​​And The corps of five Disney princess, Poetry by Drew Price

You see he was better finding things on his victims to play with drawn to find there’s not much less of perfect on the face of a Disney princess. He loved Ariel’s tail you see, he was so infatuated by the slimy scales the way they ripped and tore against the cold touch of sharp metal steel that he loved oh so much to bury deep into the flesh of a struggling victim, Ariel did just that for him, struggle. He ripped her hair out bit by bit… it was seductive to him. He started far before she was dead so you could see the pain that painted across her canvas face, it was a masterpiece to Michael.

Genre: Dark, Life, Society

​​​Michael Myers
​​And
The corps of five Disney princess

by Drew Price

You see he was better finding things on his victims to play with drawn to find there’s not much less of perfect on the face of a Disney princess. He loved Ariel’s tail you see, he was so infatuated by the slimy scales the way they ripped and tore against the cold touch of sharp metal steel that he loved oh so much to bury deep into the flesh of a struggling victim, Ariel did just that for him, struggle. He ripped her hair out bit by bit… it was seductive to him. He started far before she was dead so you could see the pain that painted across her canvas face, it was a masterpiece to Michael.

He worked his way over to princess Jasmine. He’d stripped her of all her clothes and she lay naked, but not in a sexual way, no, he wanted to see the blood pour from her body as he skinned her like an animal because he just loved her complexion. He loved the thick yet subtle curve of her eyebrows they made him smile, something he hadn’t done in a while. He loved pulling on her hair until her scalp began to bleed but only while she was alive so he could hear the horror in her scream like the first drop on a roller coaster, he liked it that way. This rush of electricity, this rush of energy, this torture… for himself and his victims.

He made his way over to Snow White… pale as the moon on a pitch black night he choked her into a blood moon. All slob and tears wet fears that struck her face at a grab of a hand he loved it that way. His hands cold, his hands power his hands blood and breaking bones that enjoyed the feeling of their caving in its palm it was electrifying. The fear reflected off her eyes into his as pure amazement, how much power he had over these beautiful women.

He next turned to princess Tiana. She seemed the most unphased by all the horror she’d seen so he gouged out her eyes for not respecting his art like, “god damn I’ve turned them into masterpieces only god can reconstruct and you show no interest how dare you” she sat in the presence of a terrifying man but she sat paralyzed in strength no scream until the harsh textures of his fingers met the back of her eyelid like a tight grip on a fast ball. She called on every god that came to mind like “Oh god, sweet Buddha, baby Jesus god of the tress and the bees the land I stand on god of the earth mother earth, somebody, help me!” Somebody hear her cry. This man he watched her die in one quick sigh she had her last breath like the pain was too much so she had her last breath like she couldn’t play strong right before that last breath, like in that last breath you’d heard her curse this man and curse those hands all cold and blood bone breakers like the end all power reigned through this man and.. At this moment it did.

He made his way over to Rapunzel. He loved the length of her hair how it curved down her back the mystery in her stare not being able to tell whether she was dead or alive, but the twitch in her left eye showed she could feel it all. Every cut and rip every slap and hit he like to see how red she could get. He hung her upside down and played in her hair until the blood in her body dripped through her nostrils and eyes dying her hair a cherry tone.

So that was his story. He took pleasure in the horror of torture.

 

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iCLOUD, Poetry by Torien Brooks

Genre: Life, People, Society

by Torien Brooks

@KeepItTrillMane

Genre: Life, People, Society

by Torien Brooks

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The Day Before You Came, Poetry by Martina Moriarty McCarthy

I have always lived in the moment
never worried about the future
never questioned the past

‘You’
have turned a page in the book-of-life.

Soliloquy

Applause

Genre: Life, People, Romance

The Day Before You Came by Martina Moriarty McCarthy

I have always lived in the moment
never worried about the future
never questioned the past

‘You’
have turned a page in the book-of-life.

Soliloquy

Applause

I have excavated your existence from a concrete floor in the
out-house of my mind wearing a stained dress
of Golden thread, with one desire to bring you home.

My acid fears and burning tears spilled on Naked ground,
my shattered heart still beating Blood as I drilled without a sound
the cracks they came a creaking as I was on my knees,
I felt the earth beneath me t’was then I heard you breathe.

With eyes as bright as spot-lights to search the living Dead!
I dug my fingers deep into this Room inside my head
Frantic was my tool of choice its all I have to offer
you are worth your ‘wait’ in gold like I know…No Other.

I saw your hand reach out to me I Grabbed it with my mouth-
my lips a grip… a Mothers ‘tale’ the gate-way past the hounds.
Not a word was spoken,
no praise or criticize
a mission just to clarify your unseen ultra-sound?

I looked at you this morning,
you studied me in quest
that begged the question who are you?
and why you quietly left
I’v never liked my shadow
for I was only two… when you escaped…but no one sees I found myself in you.

My words to you this new born day, are for eyes-and-ears alone
No matter what your purpose is your blessed that you were born.
I made my bed this evening, and lie in it I shall
no covers here but fearless needs, in the birth of life’s canal.

 

 

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HARSHA SAI, Poetry by Harsha Madhu

Silence amongst the gushing waves

Deep inside, another world moves

While the time stands still. Stakes

Forgotten and bubbles rise. Caves

Of shipwreck and invisible sun rays

Genre : LIFE

HARSHA SAI by Harsha Madhu

Silence amongst the gushing waves

Deep inside, another world moves

While the time stands still. Stakes

Forgotten and bubbles rise. Caves

Of shipwreck and invisible sun rays

Guiding into a blue green abyss.

Away from the tins, the fins arise

Fighting the current. We be wise

To look further, never close eyes

Cause life dances without disguise.

Hear every breath as you realize

You are alive, away from wild goose chase

Towards the land below ground. Ways

Converge as grief vanishes with days.

Time rests while sea hugs the rocks

Like inseparable lovers, together always.

Tall and clinging are the coconut trees

From the hillock and his wives.

Small are the words to describe this.

Infinite are my thoughts to channelize

Wind tells me to open my  ears

While She sings to celebrate the ease

Of loving and living. A rhyme so nice

As schools of fish listen and rejoice.

Slowly I come up to the blue skies

And I realize my heart’s turmoil erase.

Alone with myself I unite. Despise

Nothing, the sea told me. Embrace

Everything her arms said. Cherish

Every moment like the Dolphin’s buzz.

Silence amongst the gushing waves

My very first scuba dive it was.

 

 

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Home, Poetry by Nnamdi Wabara

Beneath the boughs where I rest,

from twilight to wee hours, as my bed can attest.

Searching for sleep, the night sounds a pest,

my legs thrashing around, seeking refuge from mosquitoes with zest.

Genre: Life

Home by Nnamdi Wabara

Beneath the boughs where I rest,

from twilight to wee hours, as my bed can attest.

Searching for sleep, the night sounds a pest,

my legs thrashing around, seeking refuge from mosquitoes with zest.

 

Beneath the boughs where I rest,

my co-tenant, the squirrel had in the ceiling made its nest.

Of its gender I was not certain nor did I show interest,

as a low thump told of its arrival with today’s heist.

 

Beneath the boughs where I rest,

with buckets and sundry cans in place, lest;

the leaking boards discharge the rains in their trickle fest,

upon the cracked floor, it’s face now a mason’s jest.

 

Beneath the boughs where I rest,

tonight’s shadow on the wall seems clad in a vest.

And seemed to have lips, swollen like a nursing breast,

a flash of light later and it’s my jumper hanging from the drawer chest.

 

Nnamdi Wabara, 2015

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EVERYDAY MASKS, Poetry by DHERIC Da Poet

Sometimes blue
Sometimes shaded
Sometimes painted
Sometimes faded
Other times you just can’t state the state of your mask.

Genre: Rhyme, People, Life

EVERYDAY MASKS
by DHERIC Da Poet

Sometimes blue
Sometimes shaded
Sometimes painted
Sometimes faded
Other times you just can’t state the state of your mask.

We put on new faces
When new phases appear.
Our smiles alone
Could take the sorrow off one’s tear.

Yet,
Deep down, our souls yearn for joy.
Regretting what our past once destroyed.

Sometimes, deliberate.
Other times, not;
We change the masks so quickly, we forget who we really are.

Our faces become new to us.
Our purpose eludes us: Our path becomes strange.
That’s the point we start believing our own lies.

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