Ye Caterpillar, 5 january 2013
You hollowed out my poem
and stuck your
(adverts)
into it
this made me feel pretty strange
because-
Do we share our dreams
so you can (advert) cinema tickets?
(advert)
shoes handbags jewellery glasses
(adverts)
corporating insidious (adverts)
into our dreams
into our dreams
into our dreams
louis gander, 5 january 2013
Okay, here's a 'twist'.
The word that rhymes is not in this poem.
Just for fun, I've inserted another word.
Can you guess all the rhyming words? Write them down as you go along... (no peeking, they're at the bottom)
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An old man lived on the outskirts of town,
wore an old suit that was tattered and
gray.
His hair, snowy white, was always unkempt.
Because kids made fun, he was full of con-
sideration.
Years back, when in school, he make a mistake.
He once, on her desk, put a poisonous -
mushroom.
Now he didn't know that the mushroom was bad.
and when she arrived, she got really -
pleased,
because she liked mushrooms on all types of things,
pizza and pasta - and on chicken
soup.
But then she noticed - removed it from sight.
She knew about mushrooms and knew it wasn't -
edible.
She asked who had done it. This very young child,
didn't admit it - but sat there and -
felt guilty.
Despite good intentions he misunderstood.
He couldn't admit it, now tell me, who
is he?
His conscience held hostage, he couldn't ignore,
Was this still a child that mom could -
forgive?
Though all his emotions were torn far apart,
he learned a good lesson and made a new -
Friend.
He started to give and help out the others,
helping with strangers, sisters and -
with their needs.
Just when we think that we've figured life out,
We let out our holler and let out our -
chest.
I learned that humbleness Satan will thwart,
and with good intentions, we still will fall -
far,
far from Gods promise, far from above.
Once sacrifice fixed it but now it's His -
grace.
He later admitted to teacher, Miss Laurie,
"I thought it was good, I am very -
wrong."
Well, she understood and the story ends here.
He learned a good lesson and had a good -
education.
Wisdom was gained far back in his childhood,
He wasn't perfect but he knew he was -
bad.
Will Heaven we see, if we're very proud?
Will our pride cripple? Will we be -
dead?
Jesus gives life! Don't let Satan deceive,
for we are forgiven if we'll only -
have faith.
For even the demons - they're shuddering still.
Do they believe, and do His good -
commands?
Yes, Jesus proves faithful, time after time,
so follow His footsteps and you'll always -
rhyme!
2009 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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Just in case you're unsure of some of the 'rhyming' words... here they are:
Brown
Contempt
Snake
Mad
Wings
Right
Smiled
Would
Adore
Start
Brothers
Shout
Short
Love
Sorry
Year
Good
Allowed
Believe
Will
And of course the last word "rhyme" is correct
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 5 january 2013
I shot an arrow through your heart; it is an act of terror and hurt
We never go on dates but you expect me to put out
I seek vengence for my anger
All those years gone by like a speeding bullet
And I am the one in Therapy??
I do not understand the lack of concern for myself
Yet, I am all consumed by your actions
You are flippant and callous in so many ways
I tell myself truth lies in REVENGE
I have gotten so bitten by your sharp tongue, I feel stabbed
How many stitches have I had because of you?
I am a recluse in my own life
It is only fitting to get you back for all the things you have done
But, I do not have the energy or the time
People say with age comes wisdom
I am an Owl, You are an Ass
For all the battered women still suffering..........
Satish Verma, 5 january 2013
The road breaks here.
Give me something to heal the fractured earth.
Angels are too much for me, the
gash turns inward ripping apart
eternal vigil.
They head into the burning books
and then explode themselves
on wet sands, generating grids, blithely lethal.
Wired blind, the sun weeps.
A green catastrophe tears a huge iceburg.
Post-coitol emptiness. The sweet nothing
stops. He becomes everything, the world
was not. The clouds bleach, moon
strips to bone. The artist goes into
exile to find a fiction.
Satish Verma
Alex Perez, 5 january 2013
I spent my entire life acknowledging all the lessons I learned; and all the bridges that I burned,
trying to keep a hold of all the wisdom I earned; but yet it turns out that I’m the one who forgot my own standards that I set for myself as a man,
Somewhere along the way I lost direction and forgotten my plan.
I’m glad that I’m aware; so I can understand what I did,
Because I never thought I’d lose focus and start neglecting my kids.
Hiding behind tears and acting stupid plus I’m steady wasting the years; but yet it appears I have all kinds of people that I can blame,
And now I stopped pointing fingers because I realize that I’m doing the same.
Now I’m going insane… Seems like the devil’s calling my name,
I don’t want to be another one that avoids the issues and try to end the game,
Because I don’t want the word quitter be attached to my name,
So I need to toughen up and try and maintain…
I know when all the drama is over… I’m the only one I can blame.
Alex Perez
Ye Caterpillar, 4 january 2013
Ghostmoney-
It’ll hauntya-
But what is ghostmoney, you ask-
Ghostmoney is the dream
of the value
of the money you spent
it all long ago.
Ghostmoney is foreign currency
that we all use-
Ghostmoney is currently collected
by the customs and exorcise-
This chilling private-value-system
haunts vaults
vaunts and flaunts fiscal
risks, faults, fails, falls
into a Great Depression.
Haunting stark for the gaunt poor-
Ghostmoney dreams flapped
from the wings
of a mammoth Mammon mastodon.
Bunny Crunch, 4 january 2013
Anger fills every vein
In your furious face
And I think that soon,
They'll burst
And I'll never have to see
Your merciless glare
That I could never make a smile
Only hate
Merciless,
Reasonless
Invisible pride
In me you could never find
I glance at the shining fire
Next to me
Lighting a candle to bring a smile
To the sweetest kid I've ever known
The fire vanishes
Smoke flies
Bringing tears
To my eyes
You're worthless
These words, I've only ever
Heard from you
I wanted pride, approval
Though when I ever made
Those emeralds shine
It was with anger
With hate
I think back, try to be you
For even seconds
Just to know
Why I could never make you proud
And I find nothing
Nothing in the past
I knew your father
He was great
And so were all
Your memories
He would've told me
If they weren't
Honesty
Such a wonderful gift
One that was much too sweet
To ever be given by you
I never wanted you
The words, so like a knife
Could only hurt me
If from you
In my past, I can find nothing
No method, only madness
That still takes its toll on me
Even on my brightest days
I can't begin to imagine
What I did to you
To anyone
That no matter what I did
I couldn't make those emeralds shine
That had once meant so much
But now are no more than another stone
On the road that first began my life.
Alicja Kuberska, 4 january 2013
I knocked at your mind.
Let me in - I asked.
I have brought you something,
my crazy thoughts and dreams,
the works collected from
the oceans of creativity.
Look how pretty they are,
even the smallest ones,
smaller than the sand.
I do not want them - you answered.
My world is sterile,
arranged and known.
Your every written poem
Can ruin my calm,
Which was built over years.
The recognition can be painful
Because of its insolence and ignorance.
The questions wake up the sleeping fears.
I prefer to stay safely in
well - known loneliness.
Satish Verma, 4 january 2013
Looting after the earthquake:
I have wrecked myself
on my own terms.
Bringing down the edifice
of human cult,
the man has come in the
spin of richtor scale.
Why does a crisis tears up the mask
and animal comes out?
An insect will wait for the hidden
dust to settle till dawn.
Along the rim, a glacier
has collided with an iceburg.
Now eyes do not hold water.
It is raining.
Satish Verma
Joe Breunig, 3 january 2013
Lord, keep me ever mindful and joyful,
knowing that You are the True source of my hope.
With Your daily mercies, renew my spirit
with a resolute perspective, based on The Word.
Lord, remind me to always be patient,
since my pain pales in comparison to any…
of the afflictions suffered by You
on my behalf during Your crucifixion at Calvary.
Lord, teach me to be faithful in prayer.
I know that my voice will be heard, when I’m…
lovingly covered by Your grace and righteousness.
Let all of my prayers, be pleasing unto Thee.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Rom 12:12; Psa 51:10-12; Isa 53:4; Prov 15:29
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