Tag: Life

WHIMSICAL PIMP, Poetry by Maria Lopez

When i see him in the morning
Reminds me of an old song,
Sinatra and gipsy kings
And motown
And rock n’ roll.

Genre: Life

WHIMSICAL PIMP by Maria Lopez

When i see him in the morning

Reminds me of an old song,
Sinatra and gipsy kings
And motown
And rock n’ roll.

Strange mixture of a man
I could call him retro freak,
With his broad wing hat
And red shoes,
Off he goes with his rythm stick.

You should see him
Through my eyes…

My neighbourhood is soo boring,
So bloody traditional,
so mass sunday mornings,
So gossip and hypocritical,
So old ladies with their trolleys
And their god blessed doggies.

That im so grateful for his colours,
His raven black hair,
At 70 something
His tight jeans, his big head.

Every morning
As I pass by,
He will sing me a tune
Mixture of flamenco and jazz.
… and he doesnt know it
But he paints me a smile.
For when i am old
As old as this woman will be,
I want to be outrageous

Just like the whimsical pimp.

 

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AinmosnInsomniA, Poetry by Obi Martin

Monuments of tired eyes

wall up before my face.

collapsing ranks of sane and civil thought

leave violence in their place.

Genres: #dark #macabre #existence #life #insomnia

AinmosnInsomniA by Obi Martin

 

Monuments of tired eyes

wall up before my face.

collapsing ranks of sane and civil thought

leave violence in their place.

 

Drying wells of bitter peace

keep crying for my gaze

and clamor round my clanking cell

demanding rest from days.

 

My visions red and gray and

seven shades of stricken screaming black.

my thoughts are kiting high and taut

stretched useless on the rack.

 

Why have you forsaken

and whats left for me to say

apart from turning short and faceless purpose

towards the silent withered day.

 

 

 

 

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DOWN BY THE RIVERSIDE, Poetry by Charli Day

Down by the riverside, hides all the white lies

By the muddy bank he stood with bloody hands and ruined suit

Down by the riverside, hides all the white lies

His reflection locked and murky is not the prince in her fairy story

Genre: Rhyme, Society, Life

DOWN BY THE RIVERSIDE by Charli Day

Down by the riverside, hides all the white lies

By the muddy bank he stood with bloody hands and ruined suit

Down by the riverside, hides all the white lies

His reflection locked and murky is not the prince in her fairy story

Down by the riverside, hides all the white lies

For in amongst the weeds and lilies is clasped a ring inscribed forever

Down by the riverside, hides all the white lies

A cotton shirt with a scent like summer is buried in the earth forever

Down by the riverside, hides all the white lies

A strand of blonde so pale and gentle, swallowed by the black forever

Down by the riverside, hides all the white lies

Hands are held in passing water, the crimson slick disperses further

Down by the riverside, hides all the white lies

No reflection, nothing more, just trodden grass by a silent shore

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Murdrum, Poetry by Pym Purnell

The Murdrum law
completed the Norman attack.
Stopping the English
from fighting back.

Genre: Life, Society, Rhyme

Murdrum by Pym Purnell
 
The Murdrum law
completed the Norman attack.
Stopping the English
from fighting back.

Conquest completed
a land occupied.
The English rejected
raped, mutilated, died.

One thousand years on
conquest again.
Erosion of our people
began from within.

Weapons not needed
this invasion is easy.
Racism philosophy
makes natives uneasy.

Racism, equality
a one sided lie.
Take that you English
right in your eye.

 

 

 

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Heredity, Poetry by Grecia Albornoz

You’re the son of wrath
conceived with rage
weakly loved
abandoned
sheltered by pride
raised

Genre: FAMILY, LIFE, PAINFUL, SOCIETY, LEGACY.

Heredity
A poem by Grecia Albornoz

You’re the son of wrath
conceived with rage
weakly loved
abandoned
sheltered by pride
raised
reassured
in a world full of ill conceived people
abandoned
reassured
wanting to repeat cycles.

You’re the daughter of complaisance
conceived with insecurity
life-long abused
you raise mistreated sons
that mistreat
and damaged daughters
that allow for mistreatment.
Your heredity.
© 2016 Grecia Albornoz

 

 

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Words from Emmanuel, Poetry by Emmanuel Griggs

I have a passion for the art of word
And the lines and phrases that my heart beats
Always go unheard
From similes and metaphors
The words that I’m about to give you
Will soon sing higher than any chord

Genre: Life, Rhyme

Words from Emmanuel by Emmanuel Griggs

I have a passion for the art of word
And the lines and phrases that my heart beats
Always go unheard
From similes and metaphors
The words that I’m about to give you
Will soon sing higher than any chord
Please believe what I say
My dreams will become the greatest light of day
And when I speak to you that I am before
For me
It’s just another opened door
When I speak these words it’s the most fulfilling ecstasy
But only because of its lack of complexity

I can’t believe l’ve gotten this far
Keeping prying eyes, concluding
That this little black kid is up to par
These are words for Emmanuel from Emmanuel
Manually breathing
Annually
And
You’ll get what I mean
When you bare the burden of being awake
Emmanuel? I have a question
Do you know what’s at stake
Baring the energy of hate
Smiling at what’s fake
Just standing on stage…speaking
Letting the privileged kids give you a number or rate

Now Emmanuel answer me this
Do you remember?
Do you remember the now deceased girl you kissed
Do you remember? Calling Seattle Sundays bliss
I bet you remember avoiding the name calling and fist
I may sound pissed
But it’s only the hours of sleep I’ve missed
ProMISE
Now Emmanuel breath
Be calm
Read the chapter psalms
Not a Christian?
What?!
Emmanuel shame on you
These problems aren’t little anymore
Like stubbing your toe or getting the flu

Emmanuel
Listen!
You’re your best friend
Breath
Now beginning

You can do this

Now Emmanuel…who are you?
I am but a silhouette of who they see on stage

Speaking words that slumber on my heart awaiting awakening
I am but a name within a sea of names
Drifting upon a tide to a shore I’ll soon call my own
I am but a entertainer who’s audience crave a play on words and comfy tones

I am but a bored cloud on the airwaves
Who will sometimes get a bit of rain here and there
I am but a gazelle among the lions
Watching, running, dodging, the cunning
I am but a dream within the mind
Who can disappear at any given time

I am but a novel with no plot
With an infinite amount of pages
That captures, intrigues, and fascinates my readers
I am but a weak illness with enthusiasm
With an accepted fate yet immune to a cure

I am but a male born into a stereotype and statistic
I’m always sad
But still optimistic
I am but what you see as wrong
I am the melody, lyrics, and notes to your least favorite song

I am but a vowel
That’ll never make an A
Longing to close my I’s
Jumping through O after O
Born to the letter E
Yet
Will always stand tall for U
But I’ll sometimes ask Y
Is it worth it?
Do I deserve this?
Is this a privilege?
Have I earned this?

I am but a flower without a stem
Kissed by the earth
Waving farewell to the sky
I am but an ore among the ingots
Awaiting refinery
I am but a torch in the dark place
Illuminating my surrounding area
I am only Emmanuel

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Not everyone, Poetry by Pyja Jurid (pyxaz)

Not everyone supposed to get married,
Not everyone should have kids,
Not everyone should have high-end fixed pay nine to five job,
Not everyone could’ve travel overseas every holidays,
Not everyone could’ve partying every weekend,
Not everyone could’ve mind everyone’s business,

Genre: Life, Society

 

Not everyone by Pyja Jurid (pyxaz)

Not everyone supposed to get married,
Not everyone should have kids,
Not everyone should have high-end fixed pay nine to five job,
Not everyone could’ve travel overseas every holidays,
Not everyone could’ve partying every weekend,
Not everyone could’ve mind everyone’s business,

Not everyone likes uploading everything on their social media accounts,
Not everyone could’ve make a lot of money and drive fancy cars,
Not everyone could’ve differentiate people based on their statuses,
Not everyone could’ve do everything what everyone is doing and,

Not everyone should get mad and listen to this.

Write your own destiny but respect other’s lives and privacy.

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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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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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