Aryan K. Llalla, 27 january 2013
Love is in the air
Wet,wet,wet
Under the rain
Dry,dry ,dry
Under the sun
Love is in the air
But lovers
Don't know each other .
Satish Verma, 27 january 2013
This life has snubbed the bloom
like a thick brown sac
thrown on the sod.
An octogenarian tries to slice
the hope indulgingly
to achieve immortality!
Was it a virile snarl?
A rose bud wrenched open
in a fatherless home.
Psychopathic?
We are spinning round the bell.
It may not tell the god.
A moon finds a rival
in the lake.
Night opens like a black tulip.
Satish Verma
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 27 january 2013
I sat on the beach and I looked at the sky, I asked myself a question and I wondered why
How many heartbreaks and how many traumas have to happen before I can cry
It has been a long 10 years and now I am done , trying to reason with all of it still
If, I don't leave it and move on it can possibly kill
My mind as I know it, my heart and my love for man
I've went to therapy, I have done all that I can
I am happier now than I have ever been
I can laugh at a laugh and grin at a grin.........
My life has not been so easy but I am not alone
I've met other people like me; who are in the mindframe of not going on
I realize that certain people help, they brighten your day
You don't have to see them, Just a freindly hello or hey
I want my friends to know I am really O.K., just sometimes sad...
It is normal you see, but better than always "acting" and being mad
So, I wrote in the sand..."It's a good day today" and then I said my blessings
Then I wrote this , so no-one is guessing
After visiting the graves of my family........
louis gander, 26 january 2013
This poem ain't a good one.
It may be crass and mean -
but if you read a few more lines,
you'll see what I have seen:
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I care about appearance. I'll show off latest trends.
I'll change the way I talk and act impressing all my friends.
Don't call me dumb and stupid. I'm not a bit insane -
yet clueless as to pricing so I angrily complain.
First I waste my money on some foreign plastic toy -
and then complain there are no jobs in states like Illinois.
I vote for those who give me stuff like total free health care -
then think I won't be paying it (naively unaware)...
I want a king or emperor to handle my provisions -
tell me how to act and think and make all my decisions.
Don't call me dumb and stupid. I'm just confused with facts.
Just promise me more goodies now. The rich can pay my tax.
Wow! Every time I hear you speak, my knees begin to go.
I faint within your promises - oh, how I love you so!
Just deposit, every month, some cash to my account -
and I'll be so contented. Keep track of my amount!
And 'Bill of Rights" I'll never need - so scrap them all today.
I'm in a state of ecstasy when I hear what you say.
Abortion I don't care about as long as it's not me.
Allow me my vacations so that I can feel free!
My 1st amendment, I can't use. Why bother I, to preach -
that people ought not kill or steal? ( 'cause that's for you to teach ).
And I don't need the 2nd so protect me from my gun.
Shoukl someone point a gun at me, I'll just call 9-1-1.
"Search and seizures" - what are they? You're welcome anytime -
and I won't flush the toilet even once if it's a crime.
The 9th amendment's silly. I have no need for rights -
(nor my responsibilities) - so stop these petty fights.
The 10th amendment, I nix too, awaiting your dictates.
Let's call ourselves "United" and eliminate the "States".
United, we'll be holding hands as one huge human chain -
and simply jump the border here if we spin down the drain.
Though foreign countries snicker, I'll vote again for you.
For I'm a proud American. My insolence shines through!
©2013 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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shobhita, 26 january 2013
I must have dropped it somewhere along the way
so I went back to look for it the other day
It was a treasure very close to my heart
I should have realized before, it would be awful to part
I thought nothing could make me sad again
So, I guess I am somewhat relieved to feel some pain
Though I know it will be hard to find
I'll keep looking, but it makes my memory rewind
To the days I spent thinking it would be mine forever
So I didn't bother taking a second glance at it, never
I wish things had been different, how good that would be
But sometimes we must lose somethings to understand what we really need
Satish Verma, 26 january 2013
Rebirth of an anxiety,
of an abstract thought,
takes on the impossible of something
left between false and true.
Out of spite some body was betraying the life.
A bodiless lie becomes an imposter
beats the truth and walks away.
You, dumbfounded, discover a malignancy
in the roots of a crying tree.
The soil bacteria were taking over the grains.
The price of the sick crop, the insects,
the greed of the state, where the normal
man will go. The comets and the crabs
are circling the island. Scratch the prophecy,
and every man was turning against himself.
Satish Verma
Alicja Kuberska, 25 january 2013
The eyes skate over the reality
Like smooth, frosted glass.
The cracks and deep splits
Are well seen.
The tensions are hidden
and invisible.
One day everything
Can break into pieces
And turn into a shower
of shards.
We are surprised
That we forgot about
Nature of glass.
Bunny Crunch, 25 january 2013
I lay out here, gaze at the stars
With paint and skates, and chocolate bars
The softness of the island sand
Unmatchable throughout this land
Through turmoil, terror, hate and blame
I know that I'll still be the same
For I have learned from you this far
The bitter value of a scar
I won't return to you again
Now far beyond the reach of men
Though I'll never learn to fly
If you first never make me cry
After what you've done to me
I hope that all the world will see
That life is more than words and charts
But love and fear, and purple hearts
It is they that show us how to live
Love to me, you would never give
It is that love that hurt me first
But from it I will not be cursed
And now we're here, up in the air
On top of Earth without a care
We'll soar above and not be shy
Flying up above the sky
Now that I've learned to tell a lie
No one will ever have to die
Through work of yours
Or others scores
I never thought I'd save a life
With gentle words and fun nightlife
Just a hug and a gentle smile
Can take away those words of vile
This world once, he longed to leave
But ran to me, I couldn't believe
What I could do with just four words
And now we've been frequent shorebirds
Alone again, alone with me
I gave him more than can ever be
A miracle, at very least
His happiness is long released
I've made his life, I've done much more
Time again to hit the shore
Each of these sweet Memphis days
We will race some blue stingrays
The softness of the island sand
Unmatchable throughout this land
Purple hearts shine in the sky
From pain that we have long gone by
Femi, 25 january 2013
Oh ye mortals, listen to my decree:
I want you all to be like me
To rule over all under the sea
And those flying above freely.
To reign with love over everything
To live together on earth with blessing
With the spirit of giving and receiving
And enter the kingdom everlasting.
To be my vicegerents and helpers
By thinking and performing wonders
By uplifting a world prone to blunders
And caring for each other as brothers.
If you can faithfully do all these
I will give hearing to your pleas
And replace all your worries
With abundance and ease.
Femi, 25 january 2013
Feeling lost is not from wanting what you lack
Feeling lost is that inner yearning to go back
The courage to stand up and lift your knapsack
And find your way back home on that lonely track.
Where do I truly belong in this land of nowhere?
Why am I still feeling lost and in utter despair?
I journeyed everywhere to seek better welfare
But everything tells me to go back “there”.
This “there” is my roots, my home and origin
The land I left and have now almost forgotten
Tell me where to find a go-back-home beacon
That will lead me back to the land of my brethren.
What road do I take for I have lost all trace
The crumbs I left behind are scattered all place
But I'm not afraid to go ahead or make the wrong turn
Because this longing for home in my heart still burns.
I still hear noises from the haggling market women
The voices of mothers calling out to their children
The crackling of the roof under the hot midday sun
And the silence on the street when the day's hustle is done.
As these memories surface, I see the crumbs aligned
As I boldly take the first step, I see my home in my mind
I'm bound for home and it doesn't matter where I start
All roads lead to home and the journey starts from the heart.
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