“if we take colour away from who we are, what makes us different? We are all equal” Nathan Murdoch, painter
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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.
Love No. 52, by Linda Shannon
My love for you should be received without doubt.
My love is pure.
My love for you is real.
My love will never fail you.
I will never leave, nor forsake you.
You are My love.
I love you.
Poem Accepted — CherokeeWriter:
I had one of my poems accepted in the online magazine called Three Line Poetry. Issue 53 Since all the poems are untitled since you have to look for my name. I’m currently trying to find other places to submit writing. I have so many poems that I wish to share. I really hope to […]
Conversations with Adam Falkner: On Poetry, Social Identity, and Queer Narratives — Scientific Inquirer
Sign up for Scientific Inquirer’s Steady State Newsletter for the week’s top stories, exclusive interviews, and weekly giveaways. Plenty of value added but without the tax. http://bit.ly/2VEF06u “Nowhere would anyone grant that science and poetry can be united,” wrote esteemed 19th-Century writer, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe in his 1817 treatise on animal morphology, Zur Morphologie. […]
Conversations with Adam Falkner: On Poetry, Social Identity, and Queer Narratives — Scientific Inquirer
Sign up for Scientific Inquirer’s Steady State Newsletter for the week’s top stories, exclusive interviews, and weekly giveaways. Plenty of value added but without the tax. http://bit.ly/2VEF06u “Nowhere would anyone grant that science and poetry can be united,” wrote esteemed 19th-Century writer, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe in his 1817 treatise on animal morphology, Zur Morphologie. […]
Poem Accepted — CherokeeWriter:
I had one of my poems accepted in the online magazine called Three Line Poetry. Issue 53 Since all the poems are untitled since you have to look for my name. I’m currently trying to find other places to submit writing. I have so many poems that I wish to share. I really hope to […]
Protean Poets — deborahjs
It is probably true that in the life and work of every poet there comes a time when they get into their stride and begin the journey towards greatness, an aspiration that they will not all achieve, or that some will achieve more than others. But it is also true, that none have been so […]
Photo Challenge #318 — Stine Writing
Written for Nekneeraj at mindlovemiserysmenagerie: https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/19271780/posts/2735534632 God’s temple Under a scarlet sky live prevails in theory but ceases to exist for those incessantly choosing to minimize the lives of others in an attempt to stand higher in an unseen temple built big enough for two but allowing only one to be alive. ©2020 CBialczak Poetry
