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abuse, age, art, business, career, change, class, color, computer, conflict, death, depression, devotion, flower, green, happiness, introspection, irony, jobs, language, loneliness, lonely, longing, metaphor, nature, pain, philosophy, political, poverty, self, simile, slavery, social, society, spiritual, stress, technology, time, today, together, truth, urban, visionary, wisdom, work, world,
The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes. Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.
‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’
social, sympathy, body,
I do not belong to your affluent society,
nor do I live at your mercy
A victim of social circumstances.
You sell your art and I bank on my flesh.
No body likes to be called by my name
for I am not a part of your fame..
yet you will sleep with me at night,
smelling my flesh gives u delight !
Don't you throw away your pounds!
Instead ,get some bones for your hounds !
I spit on the way this society refutes
For no body is a born prostitute !
Smriti Jha aka Redfiery
JSLambert Mister ROBOTO
angst, brother, confusion, family, father, forgiveness, friendship, funeral, health, hope, life, loss, lost love, love, religion, sad, social, teen, urban, visionary,
Ernesto P. Santiago
childhood, father, hope, life, love, social, sympathy, god, god, joy, me,
I’m a man, just simply a man;
once a child with no other distinction.
I am neither your first son, nor last.
I cannot alter what God has planned,
nor stop sun to shine,
nor stop the rain he’s cast.
So, I seek a solution to the paradigm
of angst and joy of life,
of the person I should be now.
Though life’s full of mystery and of misery,
you were there to give me hope and dignity,
no wonder I always love to be with you.
But, when God decided...
we couldn’t say, “No!”
You left me with his everlasting glory.
As time passes, I realize the greatness of
love and joy on the day of my friend’s son,
I became like you, a loving godfather.
adventure, art, confusion, daughter, dedication, devotion, fantasy, funny, growing up, happiness, hope, imagination, inspirational, life, love, mystery, nature, on work and working, on writing and words, passion, peace, romance, social, sympathy, teen, thank you, time, travel, tribute, uplifting, visionary, words,
Extraordinary, I am
Craving for unusual thoughts
Endless exploration without boundary
Understanding the gift I shouldn't fought
Invisible drawings in my mind
Playing with the words in my head
The food of my soul
I feel so lucky
The random thoughts
A lifetime companion
A self esteem builder
A goal planner
Be my forever life saver
I write more
I talk less
I want to please
I chose to bore
What tickles me the most
Is to know what I'm for
Thinking is my love
When my mind goes empty
That's when I hate
My day dreaming lust
Organizing things in my mind
Playing roles of simulation
Where images of art is my vision
And words of attitude is my heart
angst, political, social
Will liberty ring out again,
beneath the cries of human rights
can freedom's name survive,
dissembling and lies;
Will duty from its prison flee
throw off its shackled memory,
is respect just a word,
spoken,but never heard:
How long,how long 'til I becomes thee ?
when ,when, will ego bend the knee,
the victim is not me
my friend,my friend,it's we.
Who rings this bell of liberty
truly sounds,our culture's death knell.
Robb A. Kopp
animals, death, nature, sea, social
Pumping black blood
Sea life falls dead with a thud
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
Brenda Victoria Northeast
death, faith, funeral, hope, life, loss, peace, people, political, social, war, world,
You’re our hero
The poor and impoverished
Captive starving millions
Tears of anguish
Tears of dread
The cost of their Hero’s burial
Is too their debt
The living for their leader
The hungry little ones
The world watches on
My Hero gave it all
A willing sacrifice
His perfect life
His perfect love
That we might live
His excruciating death
Has not left us comfortless
And soon to be
Our resurrection of renewal
We the loyal few weep for what we did
His life for ours
The rest rejoice because you died
The world now looks on
©? Brenda V Northeast 29 Dec. 2011
Ernesto P. Santiago
confusion, love, on writing and words, people, social, sympathy, sensual,
Wordings from the heart
That I’m trying to use
To cover this scented stationery
With my ball point scribbler, I’m proud
To match the sensual scent
Of your lovely and fiery lips
With crimson thoughts, but as I finally come
To end my writings, after so many pages
Hooked thrown into a silent bin
I begin to wonder if it’s better to recite
My love notes to you in person
For this way you would feel
Much, much better…
The bubbling rhythm
Of my heart
best friend, death of a friend, missing you, social, soulmate, vacation,
To my Best friend Bridget. She is still "the wind beneath my wings".
And through each hand
It travels its path
Leaving behind a glazed eye
And disoriented smile
That frees the soul
And the smokey room
Of unimportant jokes
Sets her mind in laughter.
And the next one To "Come on down"
Can be you.
If you could win the showcase
Ah,What a dream.
And a pop tart
Can very well
Hypnotize your mind.
"Bangity Bang Bang"
You sleepy head.
And the peace of mind
Smothers your face.
Leaving an indescribable urge
To find the perfect pillow
Is the most honourable of all good intentions
To help those poor souls in need
We all have so much for which to be thankful
Our mission is to do a good deed
The task of seeking the underprivileged
Those truly in need of assistance
Doing our very best to make sure they enjoy
A happier and productive existence
Very first news of someone in distress
Be there to offer your hand
Making sure things are contented at home
Then offer to help your fellow man
Is definitely where charity should begin
On that we must be consistent
Then share the warmth of our loving heart
And our happy and peaceful existence
©Jack Ellison 2012
adventure, angel, beautiful, business, childhood, death, education, fantasy, farewell, freedom, friendship, funeral, funny, growing up, happiness, happy, health, holiday, home, hope, humorous, imagination, inspirational, nostalgia, on writing and words, parody, passion, patriotic, peace, people, philosophy, slam, social, song, sorrow, sorry, spiritual, time, woman,
Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Patricia L Graham
abuse, community, death, discrimination, murder, political, social,
Racism ultimately denies someone else's rights and entire existence
daughter, life, sad, social, sympathy,
Her chapped palms smell of
roughened by shrewd plays of world.
And in the creases of
- youthful forehead-
sleeps an orphaned childhood, old.
Among distasteful leering,
ineffectual rags of
unfortunate beauty trapped among
pawn broker and hawker alike.
-Nobody’s Child -
gazes high UP , at the
elegant unreachable stairs
winding beyond clouds yonder.
S L O W L Y sighing,
At the dreams hidden, on the dark side of
half bitten moon.
dark, depression, fear, grief, pain, people, sad, slam, social, sorrow, sorry, stress,
Could I not see such ugly drawn out choices.
Hollow I feel such nothing for people it is fear that feeds me.
Alone in this forsaken world with nothing to accept.
Order is such pain that it is nothing but chains.
Souls that bare nothing but lost cause to confusion is such utter mistakes.
life, people, sad, social, sympathy,
In his suicide note
My poverty is to blame
No one else, he wrote
Dominique Jon Apple Webb
community, friendship, political, power, social, sympathy, world,
Oneness is silent,
Sweet and with sent,
And unity never ultimately shouts,
But in coalition mounts.
Unity can be found in a group or just the two of you,
In a community's graffiti artists with a rue,
In a school’s parents circle demanding more childcare,
Or in a company’s union who about pay care.
Oneness can be defined by stating,
That you are another person dating,
Romantically, politically or just socially,
By fashion, voice or class, or economically.
All people are one,
And one matters to everyone,
And we have unity with others,
When we come along side our brothers.
age, death, evil, life, sin, social, words,
Their erotic death or life eternally,
Directed trance like powers of eyes.
Along with blindness of surprise,
Delivers humanities lustful dormancy,
Creating a new formal entity,
The power that sparks darkening skies,
Lurid scheme of evil does disguise.
Enticingly becomes the destiny.
Transformations brought forth.
One bite brings immortal youth.
Never to grow old, what worth,
Ignoring legitimate truth,
Whether by choice or not henceforth,
We walk upon night in sleuth.
written for contest
Poems from the Vampire!
death, dedication, life, nature, social,
O possum, lying on the road.
Why did you leave your abode?
Are you sleeping or dead?
I see trauma, but no red.
O possum, did you look both ways.
Or were you blinded, by displays.
O possum, lying on the road.
I write your ending ode.
Were you sick, was this suicide.
Or were you pushed, in assisted suicide.
O possum, lying on the road.
To what is your death, to be owed?
One less creature, on this earth,
Your passing is not a dearth.
O possum, you did have such pride.
Know now, my soul deeply cried.
adventure, angst, autumn, business, confusion, dark, dedication, depression, fear, grief, growing up, happiness, happy, hate, health, home, hope, humorous, imagination, inspirational, introspection, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, love, on work and working, pain, parody, people, relationship, retirement, sad, satire, school, social, stress, success, sympathy, time, work,
P aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
loss, social, sympathy, riddle,
She tells me,
Of the belt of hunger that clings to her waist,
Of how it's only ever loosened by rampaging and rummaging through waste.
She tells me,
How her journey through payments, predicaments and pavements make her tire,
How her cracked feet and wracked heart are passed by Tyre after Tyre.
She tells me,
About the intricate diagnoses and prognoses that riddle her every fiber, vessel and vein,
About the cardboard pleas and pleads that have all been in vain.
She tells me,
That this is the existence her weeping womb has bred,
That her hope for her successors is that they may succeed her in the fight for bread.
She tells me,
Her name is poverty.
Do you remember her?
beautiful, beauty, courage, death, dedication, devotion, easter, education, faith, family, children, forgiveness, freedom, friendship, god, happiness, happy, health, hope, inspirational, introspection, jesus, journey, life, love, passion, peace, people, philosophy, relationship, social, spiritual, teacher, tribute, uplifting,
Judas betrayed Jesus’s whereabouts
End, was near
Son of God, knew this
Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored
Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children
jan oskar hansen
death, sad, social, old, star, old, star,
On the Milky Way a black cloud appeared,
not dark as the night, but as a whole year
of winter nights put together and blended
with stygian thoughts of a suicidal dictator.
Then slowly the cloud began to dissipate,
became whispery as Fidel Castro´s beard.
…And there, on blue silk, a new born star,
unexciting at first but it grew stronger by
the galaxy minute- which last a bit longer
than on earth-, till it one day sparkled with
pride especially around Christmas.
The moment a new star is born an old star
lights up, like northern light, for so to fall
into perpetuity, and I shall not see my old
friend Clive Dunn again.
life, on work and working, social, sympathy
Her one kidney was damage
The money for her treatment -
She could not manage!
death, life, people, sad, social
My seed, I must admit I never even once wanted
Sitting unreallisticaly, at a doctors office
Waiting for my name to be called and to terminate this