Category: new poetry

QUESTION, by Bliz Mordiop

THE BLIZMO PRODUCTIONS Presents

Whose voice do I hear?
Say which way to follow for a better tomorrow when
Tunnels are very dark, nightmares coming back, and…
I hear voices, different languages but…
I can’t pick my mother tongue.
What language do you speak?
And why my nation did you pick?
Enslave my people and turned my brothers against me.
Just like yesterday, I am still living for
Hope of a better tomorrow
Just like yesterday, the day before today it was sorrow
I am still confused with the idea of unity when only one race is involved. And my life feels like was borrowed I mean
Yesterday still alive today and tomorrow is just a dream.
A dream that will never come…

Now tell I where we going when priests owns jewellery stores,
You still treat sisters like whores
And politicians own mines.
The six has turned into nine.
If in church we meet gangsters…
There we meet all sinners.
But who is protecting us?
Tell me what you doing?
When you sit and watch children abuse alcohol and drugs
I dare you don’t care or…
Scared to make a step when streets asking for help…
And sisters are getting raped.
Who is leading here? Whose voice do I hear?
Tell me which way to follow for
A better tomorrow,
The storm is coming back.
What was once blue is now yellow.
Every hope is now gone.
Is my mission done? Why do I still feel alone?
Let your life be an inspiration and make that be ye mission.

Now pay attention in all you do,
We are all looking at you,
Children wants to be like you,
Sisters look at you as a hero,
Brothers be looking at you as an example.
But I be looking at you the same way,
My fathers did yesterday
Unchanged man,
Unchained man from the past,
Slavery, non-patriotic, still living sovereign,
Listening to the voice of minority,
A stranger we gave home and
Now wants to control my humility
Forcing me to enrol choicelessly, and concuss me
Taking my power and confuse me,
Obscure us all so they can rule over our soil,
Stealing our oil, killing our souls,
Use us as tools. And calls us fools.
But you and I, share the same roots
We not fools, or anyone’s tools,
Bad or good, red is the colour of my blood
Now pay attention in what they telling you,
If it’s to hate me, tell them the truth.
We share blood, a cut on you will cause me pain.
And then you limits my speech, no freedom.

But who’s leading our people?
Who’s talking for us? Or…
Who’s taking us to freedom?
I am still forced to speak thy language,
Beaten with a wooden stick,
Forced to do hard labour even when I am sick.
But ask me whose voice I heard
I heard you,
You selling us out,
You afraid to spend life in prison.
I heard you saying okay,
You don’t care about our generation
Including the one’s coming, including my son Hakim.
A leader being led. So you follow, you don’t lead,
And tomorrow, you can’t reach to the nation, because
The people who stood by you till that position,
Be sitting at home looking at you and see a contagion.
Can you handle the situation? Do you care about the religion?
Do you have any notion to lead the nation?

Tell me what you doing?
Because no one is protecting us,
No one is fighting for our rights,
No one is taking care of our sisters or our streets.
No one is turning boys into men
And then no one talks for our children.
So pay attention in what they telling you,
If it’s to hate me, tell them the truth.
We share blood, a cut on your heart will make me bleed.
But now let this to you be a caution
Let your life be an inspiration and make that be ye mission.
Now pay attention in all the wrong you doing,
It must come back to you.

By Bliz Mordiop.

SINGLETON, by Paa A. Boateng

Ever since I could remember
I’ve been a member and yet a number
Left to fate of odd identity
With a soul hardened against the trinity

None calls on me on family meeting
Year after year time keeps fleeting
I, born into a world of singularity
Happiness hardly a shared plurality

All ears reject the sound of my voice
As the sense I speak become mere noise
Living a life with no hearer
A pain that server the word sharer

I know the pain of being lonely
As I share my thoughts solely
My situation is a woeful gravity
As it hollows me into a deadly cavity

©Paa A. Boateng

Gain Your Independence, by Martin The Poet

I’m just going to push the boat out,
spit some words and mess about.
That’s what I love about writing,
when you start out you have no idea what to talk about.
Then words just appear out of thin air,
with flare, with the power of a prayer.

Single words can lead to warfare
or they can take you from little bear to billionaire.
Most people are unaware of the power they possess,
so they walk around in a mess, or worst still in distress.
Yet they say they want success.
But they cant even control their words,
with any kind of finesse.

“Thats unfair, you know I’m depressed!”

Ok, I guess you need a recess.
Most people say they want to succeed, but have no idea what it takes,
so they sit at home smoking weed.

“It’s ok for you, you had it easy!”

Really?

It took me 20 years to get here.
I’ve got ringing in both my ears.

“You must be crazy?”

Yeah, but like Jay-Z, I’m not lazy.

“20 years sounds like a life sentence?”

True, but now it feels like transcendence.
Self rule is a tool you can use to gain your Independence.

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MYSTIC NATURE!, by Debasish majumder

I have a fancy to live high
Above the sky
I resorted to a skyscraper
To satiate my aspiration and desire
I felt extremely contented with my glamour and clamor
I am superior from many out of my endeavor
It is my strong belief
Out of ability and potentiality I am enjoying such wonderful relief!

I am in smug and feeling safe
I am isolated from lot who are just despicable to my jest
Everyday I enjoy my usual design of livelihood
Where electric lift and other gadgets make my comfortable life with sheer gratitude
Hardly I am capable to comprehend the buzzing sound in loud
The nature as well trees and plants in and around me too struggling to reach out
Above the sky is too their aspiration
Whether photosynthesis or in respiration
They continuously work with perspiration
How to express their entity in valor
To make themselves distinct too in nature’s floor!

Unlike Xylem and Phloem in plants construction
We human can travel for our existence in bidirectional
With our distinct capacity to think and rethink
We explore the nature’s floor to prove our superior extinct
But when a natural catastrophe hound us
We could comprehend evidently how insignificant our gravity which we claim in boisterous
We helplessly witness the uprooted trees became the softest victims
Like in man made war where children and women too subjected to few atrocious regimes
Helplessly they are decimated
Their obituary never being scripted
But their dedication will never be suppressed
They are true pedestal on which on which human civilization propelled!

I wonder if there is no existence of trees and plants in nature’s surface
As I recently observed huge quantity of them suddenly became moribund and dead
Being uprooted and devastated by the attack of a cyclone
Engulfing us with a life threatening menace
Alarmingly nature conveying the message of its rage
Tough fighting against nature is our inherent tendency
How could we expect from nature on us its clemency
Subduing nature is still beyond our capacity
Yet we are still engaged in fight within to subdue majority within our fraternity
Not knowing how they too may react to obliterate few’s entity!

We few are perhaps considering only privileged
With audacity and ego we dare to cause huge rampage
Nature will surely take its toll
In due time to obliterate our superiority with hyperbole!

THE 14-YEAR OLD STUDENT, HER TEACHER AND HER GOD, by RENE EUAGGELIZO

http://www.irenesnuggets.wordpress.com

STUDENT:

It’s me again,Lord

Thank you for the chicken mummy fried for dinner yesterday

If only she had added a little more salt, it would have been awesome.

(PLEASE DON’T TELL HER, she can easily cancel the burger king date)

Can you please allow my younger sister to forget about the Oreos ice-cream

this afternoon, so I can take it tonight and say it was a mistake?

God, (sighs deeply) is school really important?

I know the bible says that we should study to show ourselves approved but

What if I don’t want to prove myself to anybody? (throws hands up in despair)

I mean with teachers like Mr. Alphius, Mr. Lucovic and Ms. Irene,

how can I ever be happy? Ms. Irene

It’s not about her looks, ermmmmm…. She’s pretty… you created her well,

But does she know how difficult it is to meet her homework deadlines?

That woman is so difficult to convince… soooooo difficult that

On a difficulty scale from 1 to 10

She is probably like 9.92341

And about Mr. Alphius let me not even go there

He’s a pain

I cannot even ask him a simple question

Without him blasting me

I mean how I am supposed to learn if I can’t even ask questions?

Lord, I know you say we should put our trust in you and you’ll provide for us

But Checkpoint Exams is just beyond my faith.

We’ve written like 5 progression tests and I don’t know what to believe anymore

I always pray Lord; you know I do

But I never get the grades I expect

Lord, trust me, I want to have blind Faith in you

But at my age, it’s very difficult to when there are so many distractions

And my calls to you are unanswered

Dear lord I know I sin a lot like…. a lot

And always ask for forgiveness and sometimes if I was you

I wouldn’t even forgive myself

Remember the time I lied to Mr. Aikins that I had done my homework even though I spent my whole night talking to Jayden on the phone. And I was searching in my bag as if I had done it in the first place.

Lord I’m sorry for all those times that I tried to talk to you

And got distracted by my phone.

LORD! The final exams are almost here

I will put you first

I will put you second

I will put you third

In fact, its all about you, JESUS.

Please help me

I’m sorry

TEACHER:

Finally, I have time to talk to you

With all the marking and teaching I have to do

I never have time though I know I should make time

Lord my students are failing and I don’t know what to do

Am I a bad teacher??????

Lord, I have learnt that teaching is a calling.

Could it be that perhaps you didn’t call me?

I have tried so many things but nothing has worked

In fact, my boss said if they didn’t pass their next test

I would be fired.

I can’t lose another job…. I need the money

I’m not even done with my masters

degree and I’m desperate.

How do you even select the students who come to my class?

Rosa? Lord, Rosa? Oh

What did I do wrong? I have read the story of Dr. Ben Carson but God

This 4-4-2 formation of

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Claire-Addison-Rae-Charlie

Chase and Anthony ………………… is just like Chelsea against Bayern Munich :3,0

Rosa and Claire…this girl never stops talking with that other girl Leila

Who doesn’t know how to respect her elders?

Oh God

Dana and Charlie…. and I’ve tried Lord. Trust me, I have.

I don’t know how to help her.

How can you get 7 out of 30 on a test about a topic I just taught the day before?

I mean is it even believable?

I feel like Chase and Anthony just want to see me have a mental breakdown.

Lord, your word says we can overcome any challenge

but these children are more than mountains

Can you make them plains?

Lord, I know I’m not supposed to complain but I’ve had enough.

You didn’t promise that the road will be smooth

but this one I am on is worse than rocky springs!

I’m calling on you Lord. Please answer.

GOD:
(Sighs) O my child!

Not this again

We’ve had this conversation many times

You don’t seem to get it

How many times do I have to say

That you can’t do anything without me?

Maybe if I was the first thing on your mind in the morning

I would’ve noticed you.

It seems you only come to me in times of need

Or in tough situations.

I said in my Word that I will deliver you in times of trouble

But I also said you must love me with all you heart, soul and body.

Your lifestyle doesn’t include me and

It breaks my heart.

I need you to trust me

Trust me when I say seek me first and all the things you want

Will be yours

Trust me when I say I will be with you always

You’ve forgotten that Rosa is my child too?

Sometimes it’s just not her fault

But your fault for not knowing that foolishness

Is bound to the hearts of children

Or if you knew

You didn’t drive it away well.

You are trying your best

I can see

And you made the right choice coming to me

I’m a very jealous God

And I’ve made it very clear that I don’t tolerate any

Type of idols

I will say it clearly

Your phone is your idol

You don’t believe me?

What’s the first thing you think about when you get up?

When your mother takes it away from you

You look like a day-old baby who has been deprived of milk for 8 hours!

I miss those times when you used to read your bible everyday

And be happy to go to church everyday

Singing on the way, “everyday”

Now you find it boring ANYWAY

So next time you pray to me

Consider me,

Put me first in your life

and don’t exploit My Grace.

The irony, by Coco

http://www.poemsfromheartcom.wordpress.com/

What are you tryna do? I’m somewhat confused.
Why are you on the ground, acting like you’re bruised?

Why is it dat you seem to suffer?
When I was the one who had it tougher.
And even though I couldn’t have had it rougher,
I wished at least you were happy, duffer.

A little of smartness, with a hint of heart.
Your special recipe. Your perfect black art.
I was the one left with a bleeding heart.
So why are you acting like you’re the one hurt?

The beautiful dream that I so lovingly built,
Covered in red with the blood that you spilt.
You chose to be the one holding the hilt.
So why all of a sudden, the facade of guilt?

I was the one caged in what was your lair.
So why do you seem like the one in despair?
You take the blame and act like you care.
Trying to make me feel bad? Isn’t it unfair?

You said you liked dark but your favorite was red.
Oh how I loved you! For you, I bled.
But you wouldn’t see it. Turned your back on me instead.
And you say you loved me too now dat I’m dead?

Why are you still alone?
I thought that we were done.
You say you’re trying to atone.
But what’s dead will never be reborn.

Keep your sarcasm and your wisdom.
You can go back to where you came from.
Barge in my life and played the system.
You’re the criminal. Not the victim.

What suffering do you talk about? What pain?
When it was me who was left barely sane.
You won the battle. So why dont you go reign?
Declare yourself the king, almighty and vain.

TALE OF A MISOGYNIST!, by Debasish Majumdar

Listen dear; you are behaving rudely in bed
You are hurting me, can’t you get?
‘Shut up you bitch
You are my better half; you have no right to make any hitch
You are being crafted by nature to satiate my desire
I am adorning you out of my wealth which I only aspire
My wealth I offer
To make a grand coffer
This suits you as per my desire
I am contented to display you as an object for other do admire.

You are merely an object of lust
You exist only out of my imagination which only I trust
Out of my obsession I dare to construct an expensive edifice
Where my endeavor will only endorse my sincere emphasis for mundane synopsis
People only admire my love for you
Hardly they will care you are beautiful, only they will focus that I adore you
You exist out of my caprice
My presence will dominate your existence and price
You have no choice apart from bowing to me
Dear, I live only for thee.

I wonder why female
Making so noise with acrimonious gale
Who they are without us
We male only make prolific tribute to their fetus
We alone determine their existence
Without ‘Y’ chromosome do they have any presence?
Still I am amazed by their brazen clamor
Claiming their rights and entity with huge blabber!

I am happy to declare with flair
It is man who determine the history of all human affair
Please don’t hate but bear
Am I not depicting all men’s heart’s symphony?
Females are claiming they are subjected to male’s atrocity
I cannot realize why they uproar with such mendacity?
Do they have any distinct entity?
For which we revere and salute them hastily?

I truly despise them
They are the reason of all mayhem
Human history reveals
For them only all ruckus unveils and reels
I truly don’t care about their fetus
They only can bear Judas and Jesus
Who cares how human history rolls?
Sexual equilibrium is a myth, having no reasonable role
Who truly cares about amniotic fluid?
Only caring of Oxygen and gamut of external gases for their existence and relief!

Today I Walked In The Rain, by Kaya Nicole

Today I walked in the rain

Felt the cool water hit me as I released all the worries of the days before

I let go and didn’t have a care in the world.

In that moment I was free to be myself in the purest form possible.

What a blessing it was to walk down the streets unnoticed by all.

Smelling the flowers that are for sale at the little flower shop on the corner.

Seeing all the delicious pastries in the display window outside of the bakery that has the best chocolate cake.

And watching all the people rushing to their next destination while letting the beauty of life pass them by

My heart aches for the joy they are missing out on.

As the rain pours over me, the ache decreases as I see my favorite couple.

The old gentleman that looks to be no more than 50, but is really in his 70’s.

He’s holding the umbrella for his wife who just happens to be his high school sweetheart.

They walk unhurriedly up the street for their weekly date at the bistro he proposed to her at all those years ago.

Once again my heart is filled with love.

So much love that I stand there and smile.

Caught in my moment, I missed my name being called.

Your touch on my shoulder brings me back to reality.

The smile on your face says that you already knew I’d be drenched.

You learned years ago my love of the rain and walking in it.

Out of your bag, You produce a towel for me to dry off some

Before pulling me in the crook of your arm ignoring my wet clothes.

We walk home under the umbrella just like the old couple and my spirit is content.

Today I walked in the rain and in the rain I found peace…

JUDE AND LEO – NICU, by Yvonne Gluyas

Twin babies in clear plastic boxes.
I reach my hand in and touch one.
Machines measure their lives
in heartbeats and breaths.

Their environment is controlled,
but my emotions are not.

One baby clasps his fist around
the tip of my little finger.

The second stirs,
reaches towards his twin,
separated after just
thirty weeks together.

I am part of their souls,
they are part of my life.

One day they will hold my hands
and not just the tip
Of my little finger.

For Jude and Leo
Born 16th December 2019

To celebrate my first meeting with them on 20th December 1919 in NICU (Hobart Hospital Neonatal Intensive Care Unit).

© Yvonne Gluyas