Can We?, Poetry by diankp

 Genre: equality, diversity, life, society, hope, friendship, coffee.

 
Can We?

By : diankp

Why coffee has different taste?
Because they grown in different place,
Grow in different soil, air temperature, drainage, et cetera
That’s why, we will get the different in taste.

Just like humans, just like us,
We are born and grow up with different belief, parents, friends,
We have a different situation and condition.

And we never choose the choises,
The choices that would make us different,
We will never be the same.

That’s why we can’t compare about taste of coffee,
We can’t compare about our friends,
Since born we are absolutely different,
Just coffee, just human, just people.

But,

Why society wants everyone to be same as other,
Why society made everything worse,
Hard to breathe, hard to face it.

So many hates,
So many violence,
Can we just spread the love?

Just like fragrance of coffee,
That made everyone’s happy,
Give peacefulness and felicity.

Can we?

 

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The Caveman, Poetry by Simon Widdop

Genre: Relationship

The Caveman

We had an argument
not a big all guns blazin’ my mother was right about you argument
just a silly one
that made me regress
retreat to my cave
where I consulted with the great oracle YouTube
he slid over his recommendations
topping the bill

John Lennon and Yoko Ono on love | Blank On Blank | PBS Digital Studios

Five and half minutes later
I realised the Universe itself had channelled Lennon to me
to sit in front of me
slap me across the chops and say

‘ere lad you’re better than this, get out of this grump, go show that
beautiful
feisty
sassy
quick witted
Venus Incarnate
woman
that you absolutely adore her
you daft sod

So I did
but there’s a catch
a twist

I don’t want to love you like John loved Yoko or how Sid loved Nancy or how Johnny loved June or even how my own Dad loves my Mum.
I’ll love you how you deserve to be loved
not some fairytale “and they lived happily ever after”

I want the grit, the drunk calls when you’re out with the girls (and the obligatory holding of your hair whilst you’re in deep conversation with the toilet bowl with a glass of water on hand), the crack of dawn work day starts, that road trip down Route 66 we always talk about, to be finally able to kick your ass on Mortal Kombat, the “babe you’re too warm move over, wait come back I want a cuddle, ugh move over I’m too warm, wait come back and cuddle me”, I want to be able to reach a compromise on the choice of the Saturday night takeaway, I want that slight awkwardness when I think that you’ve sussed me trying to slyly inquire about your ring size. I want to be able to spend time in a random vegan cafe that we find just down that slightly dodgy looking alley but it does really nice lemon drizzle cake and serves that cat poop coffee that’s all the rage in San Francisco (allegedly)

I am going to give you the world over
I do love you
just let me show the caveman
how to water the bonsai tree

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ROGUE WAVE, Poetry by Joanne Van Leerdam

 Genre: Rhyme, Society

 
ROGUE WAVE

The surging wave builds and heaves,
Gathering its watery force,
And in that crucial moment, I believe
I can ride it all the way to shore
Just like I’ve done successfully
So many other times before.
Before I know it, I’m out of my depth
Chaos in blue and green and white,
Fighting for sunlight, for my next breath,
Turning to grey and black and fright,
Afraid of drowning, preparing for death,
Exhausted from trying to swim to the light.
Physical, spiritual underwater erosion
Sand in my eyes, my ears, my pants,
Churning debris mimics seething emotion;
At the height of the whirly-burly dance
The whirling dervish of the ocean
Chooses to give me another chance.
Raw and bleeding from abrasion,
Thrown aloft, then falling free,
In a final gesture of degradation,
Vomited unceremoniously,
Headfirst into humiliation
A piece of human ambergris.

2016 Joanne Van Leerdam
http://www.jvlpoet.com
 

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My first Love, Poetry by Lisa Atkinson

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 Genre: Hurt

 He knew he had the upper hand, because I was in love, and he was a man. Being the weakest link, no self worth, every time he would lie and cheat. Not feeling like my life was complete. My wounds was opened and inflamed, soaking up pain and sorrow, wishing that there was no tommorw.

We were growing happy together, happy heart’s, happy minds our souls were entwined. But something new appeared, or was she already there. Your first love, your bitch, your musical affair.

Go ahead ask her when the light’s are down and the camera’s are off, with your melody “She did it” playing very soft.

Will she give you love that drives you insane, or can she ease your pain. I doubt it, your heart, your love thang, your boo, the one you think is holding it down for you.

She’s offering you money, fame…

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FREEBIRD, Poetry by Lisa Atkinson

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Genre: Love

Extrodinaire you take extra love and care, your pretty white teeth makes my heart complete. When we come together, your rough & tough like leather…..Rat da tat tat, is the sound of your gun, but you still know how to have fun.

All that bravery, courageous & strong….. is it an act, because I’m just stating the facts . Your childhood dreams of living in Kendall Green. You were always around the red, yellow & brown..not to mention the black.

Not even thinking of going back. You saw her face & you wanted to taste. “Oh how sweet it is strawberries, peaches, plums & cranberries that runs. Got you tantalized, with your face between her thighs…

When she kiss your soft lips & you feel on her round pumpkin hips..
The battle call resonates in your soul, because this soldier just struck gold….

You don’t know where this…

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Inertia (Lightning Rod), Poetry by James R Adams II

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Genre: Rhyme, Relationship, Society

Motionless as I arise
Controlled and yet carried away
Lukewarm I’m caught up in the fray
Which language shall I speak today?

I’m not quite sure what meets the eye
Kindly be my alibi
And dwell on love
Or things that I despise?

Shallow Truths or Swells of Lies?
We’ll plunge out as the waves arrive
We’ll breathe in deep and close our eyes
As waters spiral to the skies.

Does anything I say make sense?
Is logic lost in language dense?
I watch my thoughts and say
That they aren’t me.

And to myself the thoughts reply;
A mirrored house of lies.
Loud voices pose as me
In deep disguise.

And all the while the vortex spins
And all the while the tides pull out
Conducive waters fill my mouth
A bolt strikes down the waterspout.

Motionless and unaffected
On new shores and disinfected
Dive…

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Death, Poetry by Dwain F. Hill

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Genre: Death, Rhyme, Relationship

 Oh sweet death, I’ve waited so long, my constant
companion, it never felt wrong.
You never have left me, been by my side.
I’ve looked for you always, not wanting to hide.

Your peace settles round me, life’s problems recede.
The darkness an ending, no fear not a need.
I await nothing further; all problems are gone.
A great spirit flows over, I’m enveloped in song.

I feel the brightness; it warms my skin.
My ancestors await me, all knowing I’ve been.
Their shouts are joyous, so fresh without sin.
The happiness surrounds me; I’ve forgot where I’d been.

Their love does fulfill me, Lord Jesus smiles down.
Heaven awaits me, it’s eternity no bound.

Dwain F. Hill
copyright 11/24/2014

 

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Poem, by Rahi (Swati Patel)

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Genre: Life, Society

 
A child in me doesn’t want to grow up.
A mother in me doesn’t want to let go.
A girl in me wants to break free, and a woman in me knows what it takes to be!

I am an ocean without a shore, yet I find myself a coastline.
I bind myself and keep churning, I sometimes withdraw but I keep returning.

I crave to be a free fall from the mountains or river at least that flows.
I am certainly not what you can see, I am the one who knows!
Yet, here I am under a flightless wing waiting to feel the wind.
I am wrapped in wool and kept like a jewel, but I know what I’d rather be!

Rahi 2016
 

 

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 Desperate love, Poetry by Fazia Tahir

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Genre: Love, Romance, Relationship

I shed tears of pain as l walk by thy side

As thoughts of our past love sears through my heart

I reach out with sincere words entwined with hope

But thou disdainfully look away from me

Have I wronged thee so distant I cannot reach

Why hatred such for l thou hath on me

Kind hearted to all who seek me l beg you… I beseech…

But thou cast me aside with silence, no honour, heart, or soul…

Set yourself free the wind whispers time and time again

Thus far, I cannot, for my soul is chained to thee whom I wed, until death us do part

I shall but forever shower thee with love of the deepest despair…

Until thou heart heal and forgiveth me…

 

 

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AMNESIA, Poetry by MARIAM AKEWUSOLA

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Genre: Rhyme, Life

Last thing I remember,
Violent movement,
Forceful pause,
Inferno!

Two colors shining bright.
Red, blue, red, blue…..
Loud sounds
And slowly, I drift.

I wake up with head ache
Tubes in every hole possible.
Painful tears begin to roll.
Memory sea begin to flow.

The year
When our women fought
Equality they wanted
Freedom they chanted,

Their motif was drawn.
Their goals became reality.
Women must work!
Women shall vote!

The head ache is back.
My memories start to fade.
I hear men in white coat call it a name,
Amnesia or so.

My memories now running away.
Please, give reasons why I am alive?
What’s the whole reason for my existence?
I am becoming history.

My eyes shot open
The light becomes painful.
I slowly sighted a lady,
Her nudity very unpleasant.

The world am in.
Women call rags fashion
Their nipples are in tears.
The…

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