Naykd Poet, 29 august 2012
When vile and malicious rumors to the untrue are left to abound
It is oft the accused innocent whose life becomes mercilessly unwound
Profane and repugnant though the protagonist’s motives may be
It is to those who promulgate the un-corroborated lie, the blame must lead
This less than aberrant practice does in many cultures prevail
The mystery: the inspiration for want to instigate falsehood tales
The energy to fabricate such evil malcontent, to conspire
Would undoubtedly be better served, if spent to inspire
Yet it would appear from eon of historical record to the contrary
Humanity in all its realms of expression utilize this diversionary
To gain selfishly position of power and or treasure
Or more simply for some, joy of psycho-sadistic pleasure.
Naykd Poet, 29 august 2012
This aberrant strength of defiance as against my peers
A strength against the most prevalent of fears
The strength to voice a dissenting opinion toward the status-quo
An opinion most avoid or are heeded, not to know
Contemporary culture has been maneuvered into complacency
Consumed by consumerism since their time of infancy
Built upon premise of promise of life virtually fulfilled
That has rendered a virtual life increasingly, electronically built
But now, increasingly, are dents appearing in the Establishments’ armor
With a growing pervasiveness of discontent and clamor
A united, proletariat voice is awakening to the social charade,
Become increasingly willing to put life on the line, to rebelliously parade
What outcome this maturing, revolutionary movement will in the end, manifest
With strength of well funded bullets and armor pointed to their exposed breast
Will be left for future history books to detail what will come to unfold
But yet again, that will be dependent on whose version of the `truth’, is ultimately told.
Naykd Poet, 29 august 2012
The art of poetry is to conjure thoughts profound
At times achieved by the mere use - of just one word
But in the end it’s to its readers to astound
Or to render it all - utterly absurd
Poetry may be reflective or devil-may-care
But for certain, it comes from being aware
The tool of its conveyance need not be exact
For it is the essence of its message – sought to extract
Hence, should one encounter a poem or two
Be certain to this to do:
Enter with an open mind
Read with nay, a pre-intent
Look within its words to find
Its essence - its nectar potent
Jose Vicente Mikael A. Regalado, 29 august 2012
Before I start with my mouth-watering cookery
Let me first prepare all the things necessary
Mis-en-place, I need to keep that in my memory
Everything is in place and everything should be ready
I will now begin with the important ingredients
Garlic, onion, ginger and pepper are some of the components
Curry powder, butter, salt, sugar for fine enhancement
And of course choice-cut chicken as the primary element
Let me not forget to incorporate some veggies
Eggplant and green beans make curry truly tasty
Adding up coconut milk creates it a little bit sultry
So let me start cooking because I am now ready
In a hot skillet, I am putting an amount of butter
Next is to sauté garlic, onion, and ginger
I stir it constantly until onion is a bit clear
I smell the aroma to let myself feel better
Next to do is to drop in the choice-cut chicken
I put curry powder and black pepper to smoothen
Stir it well so that mixture will be even
Let it simmer in order flavor will be heightened
After few minutes of waiting and simmering
I pour in the coconut milk and veggies to make it more appealing
Then blend it well and let it stand boiling
In few moments, chicken curry will be appetizing
After that, l will check its body and color
Some salt and sugar to enhance the flavour
Finally, cooking it with love is an important factor
Then I am all set to serve it with pleasure
Have you heard of someone who cooks chicken curry
who not only cook with his heart but with artistry?
Well, you do not really have to worry
Because the person I am referring to… is me
Prachi Agrawal, 29 august 2012
Sometimes I close my eyes and drive
Just to make myself feel alive
I’m alone while doing such crazy things
But I swear you’re always on my mind.
You know I’m never alone
You’re with me in my mind
I’m so sure about you
You’ll never leave me behind.
It’s been thirteen years
And still we are the same
Five years since our ways diverged
Nothing between us has ever changed.
We both can’t go wrong together
Our friendship will stay the same forever
We’ll be this way forever and after
You have captured my soul and I have yours.
Satish Verma, 29 august 2012
I had not imagined
that you will start an inquiry
into the creeping fog
under the estranged moon.
Oh, sorrow
you had taken away my sun
when I was still rooted in night.
Wading through narcissi
I was trying to catch the echo
and give back his own award
Pressed between the lips
an innocent thought
undates the passion
Satish Verma
Melanie Gardiner, 28 august 2012
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you.
But the roses are wilting,
the violets are dead,
the sugar bowl is empty,
and my wrists are stained red.
I'm so sorry,
But I must leave,
I cannot cause any more grief,
You've been there for me,
But I can't take,
Any more slamming gates.
Goodbye forever,
Farewell my love.
But beware,
for the sight you must bear.
The beds been turned,
Walls are blood stained,
My tears have flooded the room I hear,
For I'm gone,
Never to return,
and I now I say goodbye to the gates,
Because my fate has not been made.
Naykd Poet, 28 august 2012
I, author, write to express my inner thoughts
The thoughts that conjure emotion’s image
Be they emotions dark and foreboding
Or joyful treasures of happiness and love
Regardless, these verbal image reflections of my soul
I offer up freely to those whom fate guides
To find within, an insight of common reflection
That by its course, a transient moment of happiness and tranquility
Is there-in, to be found.
Ice, 28 august 2012
I’m a
wounded
warrior…
and I
won’t fight
anymore…
what
for?
if the
person
I’m fighting for…
won’t fight
for me
no more!?
Ice, 28 august 2012
it’s been eight months since she left
almost four hundred eighty five days more
I miss her eyes, her smile, her kiss
and of course everything about her
I wish she never went away
to make our dreams come to life
but I can’t blame her
after all I’ve got nothing to give
I regret the times I hurt her
and being unfaithful for the last years
I'm cruel to took her for granted
thinking she’d always be there
she don’t deserve those things
yet I made her suffer, made her cry
but she was able to forgive me
above everything I’ve done against her
and gave me unlimited chances
for the last weeks I heard nothing from her
I’m afraid she must be awakened
and had notions that I don’t love her
how I wish I’m just overreacting or dreaming
I can’t imagine her being with someone else
because I love her with all my heart
I don’t know what to do if I lose her
cause wer'e made for each other
every night I would open her old letters
to read her I love you’s and sweet nothings
to remind me that she loves me
this distance between us is breaking me into pieces
and only she can glue me together
and would accept me even if I'm full of cracks
I hope it’s not too late for me
now that I realize and understand everything
I love her so much.
always,
John
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