Benjamin Dale Carver, 9 march 2013
He's born
He's small
No knowledge at all
He grows
He's raised
Fed everyday
He learns to walk
By Moms side
She helps him grow with joyful pride
Soon he's introduced to school
In kindergarten he learns the rules
Few more years he's grown a lot
In middle school he is taught
He gains more knowledge and and more hight
He goes to high school and parties at night
He graduates and off he goes
To college with his books and clothes
Four years pass
he's 23
Lives with his wife in Tennessee
Barely ever talks to mom
Who's soon to die in not very long
One sad day mom passes away
He wishes she could have stayed
He regrets leaving her side
All he can do is sit and cry
Life is life it's up to you
To love and care for your mom too
Cause whether yer a boy or girl
Your mom took you into this world
So take advantage of having a mom
Before you know it she'll be gone
Naeem, 9 march 2013
Watery became the eyes,
-blurrier grew the sphere.
Sparkles turning dimmer,
-nearby me grows colder.
Wept the tear I shed
_beheld back to the void.
Dripped it on the ground
-and frozen it became.
Hunted the one to blame
pointed finger had no name.
Destined, you were before,
but I am to you no more.
-Nr.
anna tadjuideen pakulska, 9 march 2013
I asked the Moon
why her reflection
doesn't sink
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 9 march 2013
I see your face in my dreams...I hear your footsteps coming closer
I am ready for you now, in my requim of sleep
Touch me, hold me, never let me go.
Bring me all your kindness and goodness and leave it with me so I may
pass it along to the world
For you are a strong influence in my life....
I know that we have never met; yet you are no stranger to me.
For in my head lies deep thoughts of you and undying love.
Some people might think I am just dreaming, but I KNOW you are there for me
No matter what the cost.
I have a wakened and see you, still, in the footprints of my dream.
Anthony DiMichele, 9 march 2013
and the flames were swallowed by darkness…
you go ahead I’ll be there in a moment
the dogs are dead
I tracked them with a computer
to the end of hope
they’re here
they called me home
I am at your convenience
which will get you nowhere
trust in the lord and you’ve suddenly got one
but company is hard on my knees
and if I were an imitation
of a standardized test
a sample
a reaction
broken into
with the only key
I could explain the fusion
of those funny things you hear out there
that would like to get back inside
nobody
who got it from you and returned it
used it last
why do we always
talk over each other when we are trying to think?
the clock is eating the frosted halls of an apparent haven
and of course there is a limited ration of kerosene
who is hidding inside the imitation
that takes over the question marks in ski masks?
punctuate this truncation with a bodice of perfume
yes it could be anybody’s
now
*
Naeem, 8 march 2013
And I was created weak,
such that none shall seek.
My weaknesses are so mine;
-a furious wrath as old as time.
You are there by stream blue
where words in mind come true.
Come, see the endless below
learn, understand and know.
Sense this belief as it flies
and tell me what else lies.
Touch me as I agonize;
-that fire shall never suffice.
I am lost for essence’s echoes;
-show me that stream not shadows.
-Nr.
steven cooke, 8 march 2013
(please note dunners are debt collectors)
(Netto is a low cost supermarket)
In these isles of cheap illusion
the kids run free,
screaming for the sugar of childhood.
While their mother walks on
down wine bottle lane,
to escape life’s demons
for one more day.
The shells of beings look
but do not see.
Part time lives
in worn out trainers
minimum wage to stretch,
their withered faces
all smart price packed,
on another out of date trolley.
Buy one get one free,
a horse burger is a burger
a person is a person.
Each hiding themselves from the world,
Incognito in a world of poverty.
Tomorrow the kids will cry
each will find their jail.
The weight of despair
will sentence their lives
In these streets
You will find a different kind of humanity.
Where social security
hears the dunners knock
and boredom leads to exotic dreams,
wrapped up in foil of rainbow brown.
We all crave the womb
for the world cannot reach us there.
And behind the curtain
the detritus of existence survives.
Old men in young men’s clothes
with regret filled veins
counting the burglars sin
as the blue light of night closes in.
The child becomes a woman
and woman carries the pain.
Another babe born
the hand of indifference
grabs another box
Of powdered baby milk,
for family allowance is her work.
Life belongs to an electric token
and a chip pan of joy
her disfiguring pleasure in life.
These are the isles
where no one has a name
complete with a special offer of sadness.
Existence is a hangover for under a fiver
for this is the sum of life.
and no one will take away
this credit on society
our triple (A) rating of poverty.
Gert Strydom, 8 march 2013
For a while the autumn sun
hovered like a fire ball
in the night sky
and the last
of summer’s heat
was still here.
Like leaves on a huge tree
the stars appeared on by one
filling the night sky
and amber lights started to glow
in the street and the evening’s serenity
unfolded like a big blanket
spreading out with the night.
Crickets started to shriek
and frogs started croaking
and a bright yellow moon
lit up the sky
and this night
there is only you and I
and its wonderful to be together.
Gert Strydom, 8 march 2013
Our love that was lost
has been again found,
but at a terrible cost
heartache drove me into the ground.
Our garden is again blossoming
while in love we carefully plant
kisses and caresses,
swear to each other to be true
and somehow I forever new
that this day of happiness would come,
even in the darkest night
dreamt of you.
Satish Verma, 8 march 2013
You catch what was convenient
for age of denial. The exit.
Not being for nothing,
a better half of a belief.
Dependence was increasing
on wounds inflicted on others.
I stop at the mid of road
to turn or not to turn.
For the lost parapharases of existence.
The myth of amorality
was getting a new title. I close
a chapter of non-committance,
walk along a wheel chair.
I am not limbs, not topless.
The toes are prodding on a green vein!
Satish Verma
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